august

it’s not even August and I’m already manifesting you and your curves. Your lips are like home and your hair smells like flowers but then I remember that some of our most beloved flowers and fragrant ingredients are, in fact, powerful poisons used for centuries in suspected witchcraft practices, by spurned lovers but I could care less, we’re supposed to be here. Your fierceness is so flawed and sexy it activates me, it gives me clear direction on where to add value. It all impacts me like a fresh piece of art. see you august.