good to know that if i ever need attention all i have to do is die.

if you're sitting there thinking that it's not about you, you're probably wrong.

the feel good drag.

cold steel of his gun
pressed tight
against my skin.
skin tight,
anticipation
of the burn.
as he pulls the trigger
my last fleeting thought
is of you
sitting behind me
in his place,
and i feel myself
get wet.

his needle,
your nails
digging into
my back
as i straddle you
in the bathroom,
stall two,
and ride you
til i cum.

the reality of my unreality.

sometimes i feel lonely in my aloness.
but somehow, even in my aloness, i know i am not alone.

it's my favorite.

yes i have
my share
of those
hot, dirty, sexy, crazy cool, fuckfest fantasies,
doesn't everyone?

truth be told though,
the one that keeps me up at night,
the one that makes me touch myself,
is the one
where you
make sweet love
to me.