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.