Perfect Woman: Kim Morgan

Pretty faced darling, prove yourself to us and do it endlessly. She is god to they in ill-fitting blue jeans and faded black t-shirt, misting their own sallow bodies with halitosis, and all squirming beneath large buttered popcorns wishing they were the professor and she their pet.

Perfect Woman: Xiaxue

Is there anywhere on your body where my touch will not bruise you, dear? As my fingers take steps to cross you, they leave runs in the nylons of your skin. Raspberry syrup will pool beneath these bruises, and I shall ease my sallow lips across your kneaded candy flesh, and beneath my suction your skin will swell, thinning to a clear bubble, and finally bursting forth in a giggling stream. What of your body which lays in an empty pile? Shall I pick it up with the end of a stick? 

This was all figurative, of course...

Perfect Woman: Tavi Gevinson

She is The Tree of Life's newest kingdom. A blooming dawn still filtering through the leaves but ready to bathe us all in light. Bathe us with Johnson and Johnson's No More Tears baby shampoo, you limitless fairy. But, I'll be damned, that if you rotate her around, I can't tell her end from end.

Perfect Woman: Hope Sandoval

Purest lowland beauty, she never knew the fallout of her pillowed chimes. Ten greased mexican teens at Disneyland wearing Jack Skellington shirts... that is the price of a muddled intent- but what an innocent silhouette she cuts! A sound to tear a heart and a voice to split young Johnny and Xander in the belly of the Roger Young. 

Perfect Woman: Alexi Wasser

A phantom on the screen. Loose of breast, lean limbed, she wantonly defies and chastely embraces a femininity as much a phantom as she. Oh! Mind! Change not those hypodermic eyes and limping tongue into a lesser reality....

Perfect Woman: Fairuza Balk

A pleasure like breaking light bulbs, burning dollar bills, peeling dead skin... I see her wretchedness and that is her curse, and whatever sweetness lies beneath will be throttled away during climax, smeared on her face, and beaten into her hips. She bears the burden of the sweltering, raunchy ox, and we find her meat to be sweet and tender.

Perfect Woman: Yulia Tymoshenko

To look you straight in the eye is to dream, and that dream would spell the weakness of man. Beneath your golden halo lies a burning ember cut of lipstick density, a sexual singularity, inside of which the stiff legged mutterings of fat-gut, flame belching becomes a cloudy grain of sand to flick with a painted nail. Who knows the unearthly motion of those smooth tendons hinging at the base of her inner thighs?

Perfect Woman: Yukimi Nagano

His own divine recipe, fruits picked from every land, once brought together and purified of grit... he had a nose. A nose, whose curves and swellings make the hips and breasts rote. Oh! Were I a granule I'd slip up into either nostril and, once out of sight amongst the silken walls, peel open a brimming membrane and drown myself inside...

Perfect Woman: Almie Rose

Oh! Cease your mourning and speak not in jest! Tear loose your blackened shrouds and soften that porcelain mask which keeps your bonne de 'Estonie for some man unfinished. Pray, end your vestal crime, grant your cloistered and lying lips a tactile freedom from your senses. Show more cleavage.

Perfect Woman: Nastassja Kinski

Burning seeds of the father's fury, come to flower, as delicate pages with burnt edges. To be strangled by small hands, and churned by her iron hips. A Napoleon between sheets, a warm river stone heated by the grinding of the serpent's scales.

Perfect Woman: Yo-Landi Vi$$er

Oh! Sweet chattering and entrancing little monkey. Lay me in golden beds of fallen leaves. Sprinkle my weary form with the nourishing dew of your body, and grant me those cosmetic flingings of your extraterrestrial feces...

Perfect Woman: Hsu Chi

Lanky and divine. Her lips ever-parted like a languorous fruit, ripened until splitting, threatens to swallow us into unseen constriction. Each eye-lash, a fluttering strand of Maybelline'd diatoms, spreading imperceptible dusts which, penetrating the pores of ones skin, imbue a temporary rapture of enslaving and manipulative intent.

Perfect Woman: The Child-Like Empress

Her emotive brow. Her upturned nose. Pouting lips. Perfect skin... This charming little imp is only child-like. That she is a fantastical being as old as time only slightly muddles the implied pedophilia. As a youth I roamed the orange groves with her frail, fevered form reclining upon the bosom of my mind - oh! untouched odalisque, such clouded desires, and the scent of fallen citrus...

Perfect Woman: Amanda Knox

A rabid bitch hereto most faithful, as all men know, is hard to put down. Adorable thing and once beautiful baby, I seek your safety. I can calm your screams and mend your torn and bleeding gizzards? Weather your storms against my back for facing you is all too clear, as the weather will reveal. You crazy, sexy bitch.

Perfect Woman: Zoe Kazaan

A calciumite flower, her structure threatens to peel back her capillaried petals and burst forth in endlessly spreading branches of ivory and bone. The rose blood of her lip burns behind a tender weave of pinkened gossamer, microns thin, and her eyes, terrible and inspiring as Saltstraumen incarnate...