Prehistoric housewife

Ode to the Curvy Queens

Oh, woman of curves, so bold, so divine, A masterpiece sculpted by hands most divine. With every soft turn, with every proud stride, You carry the moon and the stars at your side.

Your laughter rolls like a river so deep, A melody warm, a song I would keep. Your presence, a force, both gentle and strong, Like thunder and honey, a heart full of song.

The world may chase shadows, thin as the air, But beauty is found in the fullness you bear. The sway of your hips, the glow of your skin, The confidence woven so fiercely within.

_Built not just for glances, but stories untold, A woman of warmth, of strength, of gold. Let them admire, let them all see—