I have been trying for several weeks now to formulate this expression of perfection. It is not that i am necessarily conflicted, but rather i have two divergent notions that i feel i must blend into a synergetic manifestation of what i ‘expect’ of the perfectness to be achieved in your quest to be my perfect woman. Not a problem that one minds having, more a conundrum of avoiding the pitfalls of tangents related but distant.
So i will try to dispense with one of the aspects and see if i can later blend it into the second. I know a perfect woman. And for me, the best for which i could hope is for you to become her twin.
She embodies every aspect of the perfection i have long desired, wished for, discovered within myself, sometimes ignored before i later realized, and so far forth. Her mind is keen and brilliant, often articulated through opinions and observations that are beyond the pale in terms of their depth of conscious awareness and savvy about the world around her (though she is relatively young in relation to me). Her art is profound, her skills in ethnobotany a necessity, her joy in being alive and surrounded by the spectacular beauty of the world–these challenge her to become more wise and more deeply connected with the universe and the Earth.
Her body is filled with experience of physical mastery of skills sets, both beyond her years and, in many cases, beyond most others. She had previously competed at the university level in cross-country, basketball, and track; she has spent long periods of time trekking in winter desolations, hunting arrowheads and artifacts in the high deserts, and diving from house-sized boulders into large rivers. Over the past few years she has worked for my festival production company, able to jump from building large event infrastructure to cajoling participation from children, and in between helping craft spectacles, all with grace and wonder.
I find her incredibly attractive and luscious. Almost 5′10″ of muscled grace weighing 54kg or 8.5 stones, toned by physical fitness and strength training mixed with the best (Earth wise and friendly) eating habits of a knowledgeable vegetarian. Naked she is stunning, with naturally perfect body hair in all the right places, without need of attention, the darkness of it contrasting so well with her truly mediterranean-olive skin tones. The curve of her breast fits fully into my large hands, her areolea capable of soft puffy states as well as contracting into a nice fingertip size nipple. I love yonis and vulvas and hers are magnificent: labia majora with long hairs to twirl; labia minora with soft hues of pink ginger and darker purple.
This gets us into the second part. For years i have collected images of perfect women. I was an ocean lifeguard on the rich beaches Los Angeles for many years, and was always aware of the contours and constructs of beauty, both as a cultural dynamic and within my own personal aesthetics. What i have noticed is that my selections have shifted dramatically over the years, and are now filled with images very much similar to my dearest sweet friend. I look for the long dark black hair, the chiseled muscular (but lean and gracefilled) body, glutes that can be held perfectly by my two hands, and so forth. I look for the proportion of long legs almost but not quite equalled by the length of the long torso. I desire her natural smells, and her makeup free face. I look forward to every moment i get to spend with her, which is far too rare.
Thus i can only request that you become the twin of my perfect woman. And i really believe in this two are vastly superior to one of any other.