Silk on skin, sheer shining ripples of pink and peach--tan skin warm to touch, flushed if not for the breeze which flirts between her curves.
A glow radiates, pulses with the heartbeats and hums warmer and more vibrant than sunshine’s caresses and the hug of contoured sand.

No taut elastic, no constricted lines
Padded walls, the safest cushions in the world, curves of fertility and fecundity
What could be more erotic?