And that didn't even begin to compare to how much he had enjoyed sleeping with her, feeling those sweet curves all along his side.

And that sweet blue curve of the new child carried inside.

Her sweet, feminine curves fit against the lines of his body as though she had been designed for him.

He ran a gentle finger down the sweet curve of her, and smiled.

He nestled into the sweet, fragrant curve of her neck.

A refined stone bridge arches over a sweet curve of water.

His hand was still on the sweet curve of the ball, and he could feel it pouring strength into him.

And he remembered all too well the sweet curves of her body.

The sweet curve of her neck was pale as milk in the starlight.