Lovely lines

I like to occasionally open my mind to stirring evocations of human, especially female, beauty in literature.

Here is an instance of it from Mark Helprin's new novel In Sunlight and in Shadows:

When she put down her purse on a bench the strap fell over the arm in two perfect, parallel sine waves, as if she were infused with so much beauty it had to find outlet even in her accidents

I feel like I could draw this.