My Princess Jasmine, sculpted as if from my own dreams, my perfect version of a woman: alluring, sexy, absolutely unique. Her every feature seems molded with delicacy and intention. Eyes that effortlessly seduce, a mouth that seems hand-drawn, a neck that invites touch, slow kisses. Soft breasts, contours that hypnotize. A belly where my peace rests, small feet that support this body that disarms me. She is delicacy in every inch, but she is also desire in its purest form. My Jasmine—not the one from fairy tales, but the one from my most real dreams.