Hurricane S.

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.