This is what I want — my loves and my sovereignty.
I told him to please behave so we can keep seeing each other. He promised he would. I hope it’s true.
I do things that make me feel good.
I love myself with explosions, tension, and discovery — endless discovery.
Making sure I put myself first.
I feel my inner and my outer all at once — walking anywhere, walking fields.
I feel it all the time, and it’s electrifying.
I can shape, mold, freestyle my life.
It’s magic — pure magic — crystallized in kaleidoscope light.
I felt the alignment of my insides, the bricks of my muscles stacking, solid.
I feel my infinite with every breath,
when I have his attention,
when he hangs on my trail of thoughts.
He whisked me away. He ran me a bath with oils and epsom salt.
I soaked. He brought me a pillow. I read.
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