suoda

I have always been jealous of her.

The way she glides with such elegance.
The way she looms over me in domination.
Simply, the way she works.

Yes I am envious.
She is truly wicked.

She is the jewel of perfection,
an exact copy of the ideal.
She lives comfortably in a world
where nothing goes wrong,
and never loses taste.

Her height, like a giant with elvish airiness.
Her hair, as perfectly laid out as a lion's mane.
Her breasts, filled with soul and power and potential.

I have every right to be jealous of her.
My shadow is such a bitch.

(idea and inspiration: Joss)