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.