Crumpled-Up Cum Face

Last night, I touched myself to the stand-in guitarist at the dead cover band.

“You touched yourself to one of those old dudes?”

No, the younger stand-in.

The one who wears skinny jeans so tight he’s practically bulging out onto the stage.

The one who crinkles his eyes shut and makes a

crumpled-up cum face while he plays (which makes me both apprehensive and wet).

The one that pauses to tune a string

and looks down at me with pupils like dark holes in his face,

which I meet with the biggest fuck-me eyes I can.

He’s such a coward.

I want his hands all over me.