There are two perfect lines in all of creation, two gentle curving arcs that defy evolution and point to the hand of a master craftsman.

The first follows a slow descending line, starting just below a woman’s ear and following the muscle of her neck to where to slows, curves outward and joins the slightly muscled rise of her shoulder before again descending down her upper arm…on every woman this curve is slightly different but just as intoxicating, the gentle tanned curve, smooth as only a woman’s skin is, soft for the same reason…and as you kiss along this trail…well…mmmm

The second is not found in a woman’s standing form, but is created in her lying side…the curve from which all curves are compared, the rising line from her thigh, the outside line that lifts over her hip before dipping to her waist…a gentle rise and fall, yet each line a perfect arc, joining the next with a symmetry not found elsewhere…the softness and line begging to be traced to be gently stroked, to be held while you mouth searches for hers…

Two perfect lines, both worthy of admiration and the time of touch, kisses and providing lingering visual pleasure.

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