To Jupiter

Mischief and Jealous Anoungst the Stars

Dear Jupiter,
Do you remember do you remember all the times we talked about sex? But we never committed. You couldn't. You had eyes for one only.
Her.
Even to this day if I ever saw here I would probably try my best to beat the shit out of her. Even though I know she is not only to blame, she was half of the issue.
How could you do that? How could you cheat on me? Sure maybe Venus is beautiful but don't you know the air is toxic?
We never actually went in depth about what we would do, so I never got to tell you what I wanted for so long. I desperately yearned for you, all other things seemed so irrelevant but you, me, us.
Even to this day thinking of late night fantasies I used to dream up gives me shudders of long forgotten passion between us two.
I used to imagine you shoving me up against walls, my legs wrapped around your torso as we became more and more greedy the need for air lessened and we became more and more hungry. I would moan your name and you would push with all your might, trying to get closer, even though there was no space left between us.
I would beg for you, and you would groan at the sight of me.
Very rarely did we get sexual, on four or five occasions only.
As we would cuddle you would crawl between my legs and I would feel you, every part of you I wanted to touch but never had the audacity.
Or when I sat on your lap and you pushed me roughly down on your crotch, practically begging me to grind with you.
However I do recall our little game of turning each other of in public, our favorite places were the movies and the back seat of Mar's car, I would calmly talk to Mars and whatever date tagged long this time as I sat on your lap and pushed down. Or in the theatres we would kiss and I would gently put my hands under your shirt to scratch your back.
Or my favorite, when a really intense action scene would come on, and I would graze my hand over your crotch, and then I would get more and more aggressive and you would become so agitated. The look on your face after the move was always priceless, as I imagined you watching bloody murder appear on the screen in front of you but all you could think of was pounding into me.
But I cannot forget about you, and your ways to our game.
Like when I was sitting calmly talking to my dad over the phone, and you thought it appropriate to give me hickies on my exposed breasts.
Or when I began teasing you on our first official date and all you did was repeat my actions and you had me silently gasping for air.
Your favorite was when we would be with your family or mine and you would lean over and whisper sweet nothings to me.
But my favorite was when I would arouse you in front of your friends, and as soon as attention was diverted from us you would slap my ass, and lean in to whisper "just wait till later."
You were always my favorite, most tempting desire, dearest Jupiter. And I hope you know that.
Always yours,
Saturn.