an ode to phone porn

i'm biting my lip
so hard i'm drawing a little blood
i don't realize it because it feels so good
my slick hand running up and down my shaft
while i look into your frozen eyes
locked in a seductive pose, staring out of my phone
you want me
you want me
oh god i want you
i'm throbbing in my own hand
it won't be long now
and i think the other people on the bus will be happy when i'm done, too