Agora Hills

These are my Days of Awe. The period between when I tell him I want him, for real this time, and the moment I get my answer. The answer could come in any form or it might not come in any form at all, and I'll be left inferring the truth.

But unlike most of my pathetic, sad, and unempowered other entries about him, I'm choosing positivity. Most of all, I'm choosing self love. I look so subltly seductive that I'm almost turning myself on. In my low-cut, short colorful kimono with my layered hair up in a clip and my lips lightly shiny from lip balm, I'm the picture of effortless sex. I'm convinced I could turn nearly anyone on looking like this, especially in the soft pink light of my ikea heart lamp. I'm listening to Agora Hills by Doja Cat and I only heard this song 24 hours ago, but I'm completely obsessed. It strikes the perfect balance of sensual, vulnerable, powerful, and just a little bit desperate. Being a woman is being desperate in the most irresistable, conniving, cheeky way.

My fragility is a magnet that attracts the most powerful and confidently sexy men. Mama Gena's teachings of the feminine and the masculine couldn't be more true in this moment. I want to indulge in the pleasure only our coupling can produce. 

And if you don't want to suck on my rich breasts and hold my slim waist tight while I ride you and nip at your ear then you're beyond help in my opinion!

I'd rather be smoking weed
Whenever we breathe
Everytime you kiss me
Don't say that you miss me
Just come get me

Don't know why just know I want to
Don't know why just know I want you

I'd rather be breaking things
'Cause we can't see
We're too busy kissing
Just making scenes
Here come the police
They know about your history

How you live and love like f*ck rules?
Don't care why, just know I love you

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