Looking for a forever home

You notice those curves before anything else — the kind that make your eyes slow down and forget where they were going.

You feel something shift in your chest, then lower. You want to trace every line with your hands, take your time, learn the geography of this body like it matters.

You already know this isn't something you scroll past. You come back. You look again. You find yourself thinking about it later, in quiet moments, wondering what it would feel like to finally stop looking and start touching.