Impeccable, both inside and out… I have these stunning, exceptionally white, diamond bright set of teeth that have been set with the precision of a true architect, manicured nails with cuticles of perfection, tiny little toes painted the brightest of colors that God could have gifted… one single solitary diamond sitting on the second little toe, gleaming with every step of my size 7 suede Nicholas Kirkwood platform pumps, purple of course… curves running from my shoulder blades to the arch of my heels…
Not a hair out of place because it owns the space it takes up… the mass of dark, sultry curls having a mind of its own… overpowering while complimenting my oval face that is void of any imperfections and no hints of any manufactured and bottled beauty… a face that is a virgin to any form of Almay, Bobbi Brown, M.A.C. and all their friends… other than a hint of gloss to flavor the luscious set of lips that highlights beauty I do not know nor need any counterfeit attractiveness… both beautiful and natural… that’s when I’m the prettiest, Drake I could never take that wrong…
I wear clothes only to satisfy society… if I must wear them they will cling so well to my body that they become my second skin… a colorful, vivacious and vibrant subsequent coating… not too much though, for my God given first skin has been painted by the most magnificent artist in the universe… my body tells hundreds of stories of love, pain, happiness, adventure, new goals, forgotten goals and everything in between… a medium that men and women have scribbled upon and collectively created the masterpiece that is me…
I do not stress for stress interferes with progress… not a bone of neediness in my beautiful body for my independence is my life and I have no thoughts of suicide… tears still form in my beautiful eyes but these are only initiated by bouts of intense joy… soul created of happiness and therefore every thought, act or display of any portion of my being emits elation… not even the cruelest of beings can resist the urge that they have to be in my presence for my aura feeds them the vitals of life… men yearning to enter into my cavern of love that soaks the smallest thon-like part of my second skin… woman crave my friendship for it is the purest, most genuine and rarest bond that anyone could offer… the seeds of my womb connected to my heart that only a mother and her progenies could retain… my lover oversexed, over loved, over admired and treated as if he is the sovereign of my soul… he reciprocates my love ten-fold…
I am a snake charming belly dancer… cunning and witty… a conversation piece … the ultimate conversationalist… writing riddles of the secret to my ambiance… overflowing the eyes, hearts and medullas of the world as they are spell bound by my choice combination of the most eccentric verses… world’s greatest mom (that’s tattooed somewhere on me )… paramount lover… best friend… I am the shit!!!!...
In a perfect world….
~Viola Monroe
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