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$$. Feeling flows over me. Anger, jelousy, lust. Justice. I am perfect yet flawed. I have a mind and I need something more then this mind. I have to have that a$$....