it’s not even august and I’m already manifesting you, those curves, in my thoughts. your lips feel 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 flawed and sexy, it’s activating. it gives me clear direction on where to add value. and impacts me like a fresh piece of ass and art. see you august 🥀