by satnrose
(01/06/10)

Like a moment that,
without a clue,
could never be forgotten.
In fact, remembered every day.

I lay by her side in an abandoned house,
waiting for the sun,
stroking my fingers
through her blonde pubes.

She said more,
more.
I didn't think I could: there is a limit to men.
I have no limit she said, I have no end.

I softly fingered her vaginal lips,
bent over and sotto-voced her vulva,
butterflied her clit.
She said that's it, don't stop.

I took a long time singing soft before I became hard.
I rubbed the sides of her tits til they swelled up,
touched my tongue to the areolae,
gently biting.

She licked both palms,
and took my member and,
sliding spit on the tip,
merged me in.

Standing still, erect and clasped,
we didn't move.
A moment can be infinite.
I don't know how long.

And
without any thrust,
she began to orgasm.
She managed to whisper don't don't.

So I didn't.
I held it in.
I grit my teeth.
She hit the point.

I wanted to pump but she said not yet.
I knew what she meant.
She spasmed again.
And again.

And, like the forever nanosecond before,
there was now a timelessness.
If there is a Heaven,
this was it.

When finally I ejaculated,
something became eternal.
Something became deathless.
Something revealed.

The sun
came up,
as it always does.
So far.

And I felt a note vibrate though me
that overwhelmed
everything I thought I was.
I was zero.

Eventually, though,
I came back to myself
and so did she.
We're only human, after all.

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