Aquarian Treat:

Darling, please,
before you delete,
you must understand
you're an exemplary man
(& I can spot 'em, if anyone can).
Though my li'l rosebud now gapes,
I still can't wait
for an encore of strokes,
slippery thrusts,
and hole-pleasing pokes.
I'm an aquarian-in-training,
a handful of scorpio-isms waning,
(diluting poisons at the very least).
Enjoy 'em, employ 'em, but don't try to own 'em,
Aquarians are a moveable feast.
So after a binge on the scroundel path,
a good long soak
in a pure hot bath,
then heart and horizons expand anew....
After tusslin' with bad boy, pussy hums, too,
and devotes a daily orgasm in honor of you.
Reborn and debauched on the base of your cock;
sweet bruno & I dance the reggie rock.

Where did you and Reggie meet?
EARLY ONE MORNING
ON OLE TOXIC BAY
REGGIE AND MALICE
WERE PLAYING CROQUET

I took one look at that fool dancin around in his sexy white bells and I knew who he was. Billy Idol. Just kidding. Man, this cat has been on the SCENE since before I was born. That's the first thought I ever had of him, except wow I didn't know that Sting had a lovechild clone of himself. As a retarded child, I always wanted to make love to Sting one day. Billy, too for that matter. Who knew I'd be a lucky girl to get them both in one? MMm Vanilla swirl! There's always a twist in the sacred spiralling conscious universe. I could hardly gloat over my prize when all of the girls could look at me like, "Go ahead and let her make a fool of herself. We've already had a pieceof him." Like, who is this little triflin ho who don't know shit about our scene. And I knew that, too. So what? I wouldn't be the only one to have had him, no, but I surely went on to win his heart, much to the chagrin of many crazed homeless women so much like myself, but mostly the men were more butthurt I think...Keep in mind this is one of the sweetest most gorgeous and talented hardworking men that most American women will never know exists. Keep in mind that most women in this american "society" revolve their identity around what kind of guy they can attract over others with their uncomfortable decaying version of what is sexy or beautiful- a tragic charicature of womanhood, like hotdog woman pieces reconstituted and poured back into a pantyhose dress of pig intestine.
I used the old Italian method of cooking for the man and shamelessly sucking his cock like my life fucking depended on it. Besides, I have made a career of crucifying myself as a naked foolish victimized whore at parties and dark alleyways. I skewered myself like any other time I went out to work psychic feministic battles on the dancefloor or next to a garbage can getting trampled by a crowd of angry fuckdrones who refused to acknowledge my talent. I just walked up to the bar in heels and a miniskirt without underwear on, leaned over and stuck my cunt out for the world to see, just like my white trash aunt, who by the way would be quite well recieved in the artists community today as a wild imfamous creature.
Twenty years ago, I wouldn't have a chance to try and keep him to myself. To somehow wiggle my way into ruling the underground lair that is Reggie's garage and be able to say which bitches come and go like a ladycop directing traffic in bed.
Twenty years ago I was six years old. in 1980, he graduated high school the year I was born. Hot. We all seem to have our alchemical archetypes blending to create persona. The psychedelic roster of characters who walk through our animated bones. Who is in Reggie's deck of timeless characters? Surely, my friends we can see working through him the"Older Rockstar Who Still Looks Hot After How Many Years Has It Been?..."persona. ofcourse, he loves sex more than almost anything. ..
To Be Continued...