Handlebars; or; Pigtails, From Behind

My Tiger gives me what I need one night. Erotic.

 

‘Handlebars,’ he says smiling, pulling

back to fill the space. And I scream and

he stops after he’s covered my mouth –

sshhhh, he’s a hiss in my ear. Both

his hands hold me down and when I cry

out one falls, hot on my face –

            ssshhhhhhh

I wrap my lips round my teeth with my eyes

open wide and breathe hard, thinking:

     What are you doing to me