Voluptas
Very few men were interested in the grey matter that sat between my two apricot shaped ears. No, they were far more amused, pleased, and pleasured by the natural, God-given curves of my body. The salaciousness of my mouth, the snobbish turn of my nose.... the yearning in my blue suede eyes or greenish depending on what ocean I sat in and in what part of the world. I wasted a lot of my girlish youth on ne'er do- wells, self-centered artistic types, and stone-cold narcissists whose charm was far more cunning than my own. Blindly and tirelessly seeing something worthwhile in the shallow puddles at the bottom of the dark well. Life lessons that stripped me to bare bone and rebuilt me, fearless. In fathoms of aquamarine colored oceans, in different parts of the world, I swim. Ferocious. CJ Ellis
