Connaisseur

A woman is more than her breasts and ass. She has beautiful hair, curly or straight or kinky or short or long or all of the above. There's her carefully crafted nose and perfectly formed lips with even, white teeth or slightly crooked teeth with a small gap in the middle. There are her eyes: heavy-lidded, wide, sooty-lashed, slanted, sleepy. Her chin that juts out or recedes back into her face. The alluring collarbone. Her delicate, solid wrists. The elegantly tapered, cutely shortened fingers on her smooth, callused hands. The rising, falling planes of her stomach that dips down, down below. Her shoulder blades. The dimple in the small of her back. The wide swath of skin sliding over her hips and thighs to bunch and scrunch into the darkened swirls of her knees. Her sturdy, weak ankles. Toes. Little, waggling, long, prehensile toes.

How dare you look at her and filter out all these delectable features? How dare you blot out those other equally important treasures until all that's left in your mind are a pair of fucking breasts and an ass and vagina? What kind of philistine are you?

People like you don't deserve to have a woman give you the time of day.