𓂂𓂃by sarah k grundy𓂂𓂃

Steeped in something sultry

kind of sketchy

new plasma,

hot tub bubbly waters,

eyes battlefield puffy

with residue

a recent shockwave

heartbreak turned

celebration,

singing tenderly

naked,

a sliver of nipple nearby

filled with cheer,

poised for the next wave to dare try to take me under.