Perfect body

A body sculpted by time and motion,

woven from the golden threads of light and shadow.

Strength and grace dance in its form,
each curve a whispered story of power and poise.

Limbs carved like rivers flowing in harmony,
skin kissed by the sun’s gentle hand.

A breath, deep and unbroken,
carrying the rhythm of life itself.

Not in symmetry, nor in flawlessness,
but in the way it moves, the way it sings—
a masterpiece of nature, perfectly its own.

A temple of motion, carved by fire and wind,
where strength and elegance intertwine.

Muscles ripple like waves beneath the skin,
a silent ode to discipline and time.

Shoulders broad as the sky’s embrace,
a spine unbending, yet fluid as the tide.

Fingers trace the air with effortless grace,
legs rooted deep like ancient trees that bide.

Not mere flesh, but poetry in form,
each scar, each line, a tale untold.

 Perfection not in stillness born,

but in the way a spirit unfolds.