burtlo

Beyond the Grave

Indelibly I drank deep the presence of her.
Drugged up, a drunk, *hic*-up the patter of my beating heart
All down to the curled toes, writhing rich in fertile loam.
My heart's cacophony, a dirge for a life left lived
Eulogized in my head,
I went out how I wanted:

I remembered my eyes finding her there in the cold light of the morning. I closed them again and groped for her with my lips. I slid my lips across facial facets until I found hers only to have started their own blind journey. Sightless, her face wedged itself under mine. Wordless, there she breathed heavy and hot against my cool exposed skin of my neck. Our bodies glacially wedged me upward on top of her. My length pressed in and writhed against her length. Breathless, we slid into each other. Until I was done.

I retreated. Rolled to her side and burrowed my arm under the nape of her neck. Her head reflexively came in close to my shoulder. Her thigh slid in against my thigh. Her impenetrable dark mass of freshly-fucked curled into my nostrils. I inhaled deep and felt my chest burst open. I exhaled and felt the expulsion of my spirit. It ascended above my mirthful corpse.

I am survived by a passion that I hoped the world had come to know.