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SCULPTED IN RHYTHM

Girl, every line that you carry is art, Like your body was drawn by the hand of the stars. From the sway in your walk to the rise of your frame, Every curve got a rhythm that’s callin’ my name. You move like a melody dipped in gold, Got a shape that could stop time cold. I ain’t just talkin’ ‘bout the way you look fine — It’s the way that your body and soul align. That silhouette when the light hits right, Make the moon wanna dim out of spite. You ain’t tryin’, you just exist in heat, Like jazz with a bassline thick and sweet. Got a curve like a canyon, smooth like silk, Like a brushstroke carved in gold and milk. Got a frame that could frame the Louvre, And a presence that don’t need to prove. Every angle of you got a story it’s tellin’, Got the hills and the waves where the stars be dwellin’. You built like a sunrise bendin’ the light, With hips that shift like a verse at night. Got a back like a song and a waist like a prayer, And a soul that turns heads from damn near anywhere. No shame in your shape — it’s a sermon, divine, Got the whole world leanin’ to catch your design. You don’t need nothin’ but skin and grace, To make a grown man feel outta place. Girl, every line that you carry is art, Like your body was drawn by the hand of the stars. From the sway in your walk to the rise of your frame, Every curve got a rhythm that’s callin’ my name. You move like a melody dipped in gold, Got a shape that could stop time cold. I ain’t just talkin’ ‘bout the way you look fine — It’s the way that your body and soul align. That silhouette when the light hits right, Make the moon wanna dim out of spite. You ain’t tryin’, you just exist in heat, Like jazz with a bassline thick and sweet. You got motion that could melt a man, Like waves with a plan, slow touch in your hand. That hourglass built like time took pride, Put the curve in the earth and the spark in the sky. You don’t need nothin’ extra — you’re the feature, Turn jeans to a work of art, no teaser. Even in sweats, you got poise and flame, Got a frame that could make poets change the game. From the arch in your spine to the curve of your lips, You got the kind of shape that a dream equips. And I don’t stare just to thirst or claim — I admire like a painter that don’t know your name. You’re a lesson in form, balance and heat, Got that slow wine rhythm that defeats the beat. You were built like a whisper meant to seduce, Every step that you take got its own kind of truth. Girl, every line that you carry is art, Like your body was drawn by the hand of the stars. From the sway in your walk to the rise of your frame, Every curve got a rhythm that’s callin’ my name. You move like a melody dipped in gold, Got a shape that could stop time cold. I ain’t just talkin’ ‘bout the way you look fine — It’s the way that your body and soul align. That silhouette when the light hits right, Make the moon wanna dim out of spite. You ain’t tryin’, you just exist in heat, Like jazz with a bassline thick and sweet. Got a back so fine it could bend the sky, And a vibe so smooth, you don’t even try. You ain’t built for the gram — you built for a throne, Queen of the curve, skin and soul full-grown. You ain’t extra — you just everything right, Body like a poem stretched into the night. I’d trace you in verses if words had touch, But they don’t, so I whisper and feel too much. You’re a statue in motion, a blessing in shape, Got the power to humble, seduce, and create. I ain’t here just to praise what’s seen, I’m drawn to the way you carry your queen. You don’t move — you glide, like the bassline drop, Got a body so blessed even time wanna stop. Girl, every line that you carry is art, Like your body was drawn by the hand of the stars. From the sway in your walk to the rise of your frame, Every curve got a rhythm that’s callin’ my name. You move like a melody dipped in gold, Got a shape that could stop time cold. I ain’t just talkin’ ‘bout the way you look fine — It’s the way that your body and soul align. That silhouette when the light hits right, Make the moon wanna dim out of spite. You ain’t tryin’, you just exist in heat, Like jazz with a bassline thick and sweet.