Dolls with Curves

When I photograph women, I see more that just a pretty faces and phat bodies.    
   
I acknowledge their beautiful minds, their strength and inner grace. I recognize their hurts, pains and hardships, for they bare the burden of birthing and rearing mankind’s present and future generations.  
   
And in this amongst all things is why I love, honor and cherish women. Yes, I am addicted to the female gender like a drug addict, I need her essence to flow through my veins like the plasma that keeps me alive.  
   
I see beautiful exquisitely crafted works of art, from petite to slim thick, to curvy thickness with slim waist fat asses and child bearing hips.  
   
Women with voluptuous tatas and soft lips, high cheek bones and eyes that coo me. Sensual, sexy, erotic, and addicting. The curvaceous lines on women are not to be ignored, discarded, and disregarded during casual conversations by admirers.  
   
As I was taking her photo all I could think of was I wanted to be the back bottom portion of her dress, to lay on her like a coat of latex paint.  
   
I’ve been told that I really know how to appreciate the sexy curvy lines on a woman much like a race car driver loves to hug the curve on a racetrack.