Emotional Creature

I am an Emotional Creature.

Oh by golly, how true that is. Thank you Eve Ensler, for giving me encouragement to break free as a woman, proud to be me in every sense of cushiness, pillowed-lipped, fluttery eyed wonderfulness.

The woman's body (from the coveting eyes of a man):

Follow the soft contours of her curves. Starting with her slender, swan-like neck, work your way down to her collar bone, which tastefully frames her beautiful face. Her shoulders round down, creating a glow about her small wistful arms that swing as she walks. Eyes rest on her ample breasts, the soft light flushes off her pale bosom, her fleshy, yet hard nipples practically beg to be touched. Her rib cage settles comfortably below the spectacle, stretching into her plushy stomach, which rounds her wide hips in a lovely splendor. Your eyes follow the inevitable V-shape toward her Garden of Eden, the most forbidden part of her being. Drool falls from your lips, the hunger for her nectar sets in as her curved thighs come into view. Shaped like an upside-down vase, her long legs run toward the ground, sprouting tuliped feet, garnished with blood red petals. Ever so mellifuluously delicate, the Woman's body is coveted by many, however only granted to one.