This poem is called Curves

Your curve flows, like a poetry
Every move it has, is a mystery
Seduction in eyes, flowing down
Slowly smearing desire all over

The arching neck , inviting kiss
It's small depression, calling for submission
Shedding inhibition, to accept naked confession
To the need to savor your flowing body

As it flows down, smoothly it curves up
On the pulling ride up the milky breast
Peaking at the pink nipples, it presents
For delicate suck or dizzying gentle press

To gentle grab and feel celestial bliss
The journey of breast offer on descend
It's to hold, bite, lick, cuddle and grab
While the curves of your fingers play with the hair

Like the gentle waves in the clam mid sea
The impatient belly wavers welcome me
Taking the journey for fall to navel
Where middle finger will dive for rest.

The silky raging and softy inner thighs
Compete with the outer, for whom to lick first
As the wrap themselves around my head
I start journey towards ultimate rest

From the navel, with it's strong smell
The petals of love lips pulls me down.
Kissing along yet another wavy ride
My lips reaches the door of heaven

As I kiss the clit and the little side curves
The part to permit, kiss even deeper
The slight moves and I fell deep into it
It's the heavens hole, with nectar in it...