Perfect is a word thrown around this world whereas nobody knows what true perfection actually is.
I recently met what I would consider to be perfection in beauty, class and all round unblemished. With eyes that seemed to reflect the stars, embody emotions, stimulate the soul and stir the spirit. A body that seemed to be designed and not made, crafted not built, created not born. Curves so exquisite they seem out of this
Perfection is a state of mind, an unreachable destination but she seems pretty damn close
