In curves and lines, a story told,
A canvas rich in hues of gold.
Each scar a mark of battles won,
In moonlit nights, under the sun.

A vessel strong, yet gentle too,
A force of nature, always true.
With every breath, a dance begins,
In harmony, where life begins.

Her hands, they craft, they heal, they mold,
In every touch, a warmth so bold.
Eyes that see the depths of soul,
A mirror of the world, whole.

Embrace the beauty, raw and real,
In every glance, a silent seal.
The female body, pure and free,
A testament to life’s decree.