The Next Mourning

Title: The Next Mourning
Written by: Jonathon Stevison (7.23.10)

The room filled with, it seems to appear nothing
I hear a hum echoing, elevating to a fade.
Then as my heart stops, I feel something
Touch me across my chest, my heart into a serenade.

A rub down my leg as my body in transformation
Into a vulnerable yet dominating state.
My body performs through the motion of his masturbation
Then my toes curl, head tilts back, and legs elongate.

My lips touch his – I lay as his blanket
Giving a warm experience – his tongue touches mine.
He moves to my neck – I lay as if I’m in a casket.
I breathe in and out, deeper, our corpses align.

My body now sensitive – almost numb.
He blows a puff of air as he passes my chest.
My back into an arch. I have succumb
To our energy as our bodies compressed.

I breathe in, and my emotions blow out
Between the top and bottom of my soul
My legs apart, with love without a doubt.
And the pleasure experience out of control.

The deeper he went, the deeper I fell
Kiss to the forehead, every touch amplified intensely
I feel the tingle, toes curl, bid my orgasm farewell
Cupid’s arrow banged me hard…literally

We cuddle
Night is turning
Time dwindles
He says, “Call you’n the Morning”

The next day he didn’t call, nor the next.
As he lost his lust for me – while standing tall
I lost my heart, my virginity through his sex
My heart bleeding with love – his not all.

Saturday Starbucks 02/20

Today was a good day
Cut hair, new do.
Textured in every way
Started late with food

Omelet with spinach and sausage
One bite, Two bite, Three bite, Four
My stomach acting as merely storage.
Pay check, check time, time to explore

Cutting my hair felt special.
One of the best the city offers
Gabriela and myself mesh-well
Texture viewed through the mirror.
February 20 -consisted of Starbucks
and haircuts.

Sex and The City - AARP style in NYC 02/13/2010

Walking along, minding my business and out of the corner of my eye...FLASH! BAM! ALAKAZAM! Out of the corner...of my...I see the new cast of Sex and the City 20 years from now.

If I were a boy. (in the eyes of a female dog)

If I were a boy even just for a day
I'd find a hydrant in the morning,
Relax my leg, think of rivers
and go...drink right from the spout

and chase after cars
I'd kick it with all my bitches
and I'd mount them from behind, humping
'Cause they would be in heat

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
how it feels to be de-sexed
I swear I could understand

'bout being neutered
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the things you needed
'cause you're taking them for granted
and both your testicles got destroyed.

If I were a boy
I would chase after bones
Bark at everyone who comes close
So they'd understand to leave it alone.

Put my owners first
And obey the rules as I grow
Cause I know that I'd be faithful
Waiting for them to come home, to come home

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
Look! I see a squirrel
I have a short attention span.

I'd mess on the rug
'Cause I'd feel the urge
When you heard the word NO
'Cause you've done it days ago
and everything around had got soiled

It's a little too late to go on the attack
Say it's just a mistake
They won't forgive you like that
Teaching old dogs new tricks...Well You
You thought wrong

But I'm just your bitch
You don't listen to commands
And you don't understand, oh
How it feels to birth a litter
Someday I wish I was on the... giving end.

You don't mist in the dirt.
You don't bleed til hurts.
Until you lose the sleep you wanted
'Cause your teets create a fountain
the litter sucks on til there's no more
But you're just a boy.

Learn to dance 101.

Wait for it....wait for it....

I'm TIRED

Night Time through the eyes of my friends facebook status's. (This is 99% written through friend's facebook status's) 01/22/2010

Got woke up
on the wrong side of bed
from nap time
due to children
ringing door bell

I do not want to get out of this bed.
I struggle to stay up.
Until now.


Many times I have woken up
with my bottom sheet

tangled at the bottom of the bed.

Saturday Morning Cartoons

how I miss thee.

First Saturday morning with nothing to do.

But never have I woken up

My hips want me to go to bed
Well or to ice them,
and let's be [quite] honest

He who sings, prays twice

Hips don't lie

hold the light in the darkness

Just rolled out of bed
sporting my wolf print pajama pants
flowin' along with Ludacris
Slizzin’ on adult grape juice
contemplating bagel bites round 2
People say diamonds are classy.

I must get my hair in pincurls and get to bed

I can make your bed rockkk

Uh oh! There was a monster in my bed

Nothing quite like snuggling

after an exhausting hungover day at work.

Remember, Recapture, Roommate 01/22/2010

Remember, Recapture, Roommate 01/22/2010
To My Roommates-Melissa Deluca, Lauren Maloney, & Amy Jo Craig

Jonathon, Melissa, Lauren
One man and three women
Living together creating a bond
These three women I've grown fond

Apartment 3D on the west side
This family created owns much pride
We laugh, we cry, we clean...well try!
Our memories like string, connected and tied.

Melissa - the cook, the model, the clown
can express her opinions, while the chicken turns brown
She lights up the house with energy and love
While using a napkin lit by the stove

Lauren- the girl, the whiner, the fun
Makes life a game while she makes boys run.
Always sleepy and tired; hungry and admired
No help she gives as the help you acquire.

and who could forget about Amy Jo.
A Texan who loves Christmas lights and snow.
Her East Side apartment planned for retire.
But her home on the west side still flames fire
As a token, she leaves her futon for pleasure.
and the Vagina Roll is tough; hips sway, pelvic pressure
Now our memories live from a picture frame
From Jersey Shore on my pillow;
To acting out Pussywillow.
Amy Jo, Honorary Roommate, my thoughts I just proclaim.

So much has transpired, even though our time has been short
Birthdays, Xmas dinners and stalking neighbors 'cross the court
When blinds are up, our eyes stare ahead
but many memorable conversations happen in each others bed.

Our future is starting to blossom further each day
New struggles come; but our paths never go astray
3D is our memory, our drive, acting as home base
Remember and Recapture Roommates - 3D the place