Curves on paper

Sliding through

the waves of your hair

Searching, fondling

layer by layer

Slow and soft,

my fingers trace

Your lips, and nose,

the entire face.

Moving down

your neck so fine,

they feel a shudder

up your spine.

They take a journey,

making circles

Across the length

of your clavicles.

My hands get greedy,

the more I see

they grab your Bosom

with authority

I see the sweat

drip down your curves

Its oh so hard

to keep my nerves.

Across your body,

as my fingers go

They make small notes

as they further flow.

And these verses here,

are just to utter

The memories of your

curves on paper.