Aquarius ♒ 😈

Revenge Pretty

Oh, we fought, did we?
Well, let me shower, let me steam,
let me step out dripping, gleaming—
revenge pretty, just for you. 😈

Halter top? Oh yes, that one—
the sheer one, the doomed one,
the one hanging on by threads and bad decisions,
thin enough for scandal,
tight enough for worship. 🙏

Fitted overalls, slinking up my hips,
coffee bitter, donuts sweet,
maple glaze kissing bacon like my lips will kiss yours

sugar and salt, just like us,
balancing flavors, licking wounds.

Bong hits in February, snow crackling under boots,
air sharp enough to slice through the heat of our stubbornness.
Sun glares down like it knows I don’t need sunscreen,
not when I glow like this,
not when you can’t stop staring.

Come here, my baby, my lover, my fool,
my golden retriever with teeth when needed,
my brat who takes every ounce of my attention

as if I don’t give it willingly, eagerly,
as if I wouldn’t feed you my love like a hand-fed feast.

I know I’m lucky.
I know what it is to be unwanted.
So your hunger? Your need?
It flatters me,
even when I scoff, even when I feign boredom.

Is this a play I’ve seen before?
Perhaps.
But let’s not judge the script

let’s gasping, grasping, rewrite it,
thrust ourselves into a universe
where a man can be wrong,
can apologize,
can still show up and stand strong in the fire.

That’s worth at least seven points to the good ole USA—
for birthing a man who can handle my burn
without flinching.

And speaking of your talents...
well, let’s just say,
there are more than quite a than a few. ;)

So pack another bowl,
and let’s get blazy Susanned,
listening to Rocksteady by 77 Jefferson,
While we blast off toward the sun—
✨🖤I love u u lint licker🖤✨