Amidst the world's allure, he's drawn,
By curves that dance, as night turns dawn.
An insatiable hunger, a primal fire,
In every silhouette, his desires aspire.
In the sway of hips and the arch of spine,
A symphony of forms, so divine.
His thoughts entwined with passions raw,
An endless yearning, without a flaw.
Each contour a temptation, a tantalizing spell,
In the gentle rise and the softest swell.
A fascination that holds him tight,
As he navigates the allure of the night.
No love, nor heart's bond in this tale,
Just a quest for beauty, a fervent trail.
In the realm of curves and lines he roams,
A captivated heart, a wanderer he becomes.
