I hide in your spine through the stretches of your day.

Silent, until you catch his scent; I brush your bones. Feel your pulse, and the breath you try to steady.

Slipping lower, into your heat. Mhmm…wet.

I let you sit on the subway before I nudge again. Discomfort?

Don’t lie.

Take me home, I hiss into your marrow, then wait for your fingers.

To search, soft at first, then harder, chasing me. Up your spine, through your blood, pumping closer. Arching now. Catch me! Catch me!

Right there!

You scream you’re cumming, I rupture—through you.