- Erotic Poetry
- Linear Thoughts
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Lines.
The lines that create femininity.
The lines that create a woman, the lines that haunt my soul. Who is “she?” No one in particular, just my daydreams of everything that is good in this world and that, of course, being women.
The strength and determination of a feminine jaw line.
The graceful contours of her throat and the breathtaking arch where her neck joins her chest.
Those elegant lines on her back, where her scapulas blend in to form subtle hollows flowing to her spine with a shadowed subtlety.
The intoxicating curves of her waist and the awe-inspiring magic where that waist blends into hips.
The gentle swells at the edge of her tummy.
Soft and supple swells created by her cleavage and forming plump mounds with delicious roundness.
Delightfully mesmerizing, the tiny little v in the center of her upper lip.
Round and full curves outlining her breasts and the enchanting crease at the bottom where the upper midriff joins the soft underbelly of each.
Long vertical lines of her thighs, shapely lines of calves and the addictively soft hollow on the back side, where that thigh meets the calf.
The arching curve of the sole of her feet.
Oh, but I do love lines.
©2009 J.L. Day
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