I’m perfect.
I’m everything you wish for.
I am a woman.
Down the line,
I move.
Serene in the knowledge,
that
I’m perfect.
I’m everything you lust for.
I am 100% authentic woman.
Your need, my command.
Yet as I open
my perfect blue eyes,
I catch my fake breath in my perfect yet fake breast.
Infront of me,
another thing.
Perfect a$$.
Feeling flows over me.
Anger,
jelousy,
lust.
Justice.
I am perfect yet flawed.
I have a mind and I need something more then this mind.
I have to have that a$$.
I’m perfect.
I’m a woman.
I’m not yours anymore.