Driving In My Car

Driving in my car I observe the road ahead,
Licking my lips as I look enticingly at the
opposing vehicles heading towards me,
Each one a mobile nectar store for my own sickly sweet fetish.
My left leg twitches slightly in anticipation at gaining my rush.
I’ve tried to resist this but my craving is just too great.
Broken bones and deep scars mostly healed now,
A price worth paying.
My heart beats heavily and adrenaline courses in my veins.
Soon I will turn the wheel and head straight on into a car. 

Enjoying the mental high of those seconds before
impact and of the collision occuring.
The buckling of the metal and the spectacle of
flying shards of smashed glass from the windscreen.
The feel of my body thumping against the airbag.
The sound of the crash filling the disturbed air.
My deadly wrong orgasm. 

Feeling so alive in those precious wicked moments.
I almost literally mess up my underwear in ecstatic joy.
Now noting the sound of sirens and sight of flashing
lights in the rear-view mirror.
I speculate they must have guessed what I’m about to do,
Not much time; the longing is unbearable.
Beholding a good solid car coming towards me. Oh yes!
I direct the car towards the front of the opposing vehicle.