
You want a girl who is soft and has lips that are cherry red.
You want a girl who smells like vanilla and leans into everything you say like a cat.
I am not a girl. I am a hurricane.
I am not soft. I am electric.
My lips are not cherry red. They are nude and rich like the earth.
I don’t smell like vanilla. I smell like a wildfire.
I am not a cat. I am a panther.
And I never lean or sway, I’m like a roller coaster that way.
–S.