My hair is as wild as the waves of the ocean. It feel like corn silk on a good day, straw on a not so good day.
My eyes are just about the shade of a huge pot of honey, with a voice to match.
Mounds of ample flesh to form the Valleys of the Divine, a playground for Gods, men and children.
Thighs like pilars of granite, lovingly shorned smooth by the mason's skillful touch. He knew I'd like to walk alot.
I have arches in my feet, roughly about the size of a quarter moon, just perfect for my grip on round things, like planets, and a crooked smile to greet what ever I meet on my way through the universe!