Tell me about how you're enamored with my big brown eyes, but that they're not quite as enchanting as hers are. Tell me about my succulent skin, soft and smooth as it glimmers against the flickering of your bedroom lamp, but that it's luster isn't quite as luminescent as her's was against the moonlit sky. Tell me about my long wavy hair, about how it dangles from my scalp in effortless melody, but that it's song was never quite as pleasing to the eye as hers. Tell me about my curvaceous body, tight and willing to arc and turn to satisfy your lustful appetite, but that it's out of place on this cheap cast iron bed frame compared to her's. Tell me about how much you adore my flirty personality, but that her innocence was far more seductive.
Tell me about how wonderful I am, lovely I am, perfect I am,