vita ex mortuis

You send me a short message, you got my details from a friend.

We meet, you tell me of your fears, your hope, your death.
You haven't got very long, you explain, and you want some last pleasure.

You are a virgin, you are a whore,
You are a person who needs physical release before the last.

You agree on details, you have nothing left to hold back.
You want to be sexually degraded, as you have been physically degraded.

You do not flinch at my price, you have no more use for money.
You need to be with someone who will not pity you, will not mourn.

You lead me into your home, the smell of despair in the air.
You do not want to chat, but poorly try to hide your nervousness.

You have desires, but cannot express them.
You hesitate to ask me to remove my clothes, for you to touch my skin.

Your hand reaches out, and flinches at the warmth.
You reach out again, revelling in the world available to your fingers.

Your hand drops, hovering at my crotch.
Your fingers stretch, still apprehensive of what they will feel.

You run your fingers over my cock.
You are no longer afraid, now knowing what you want.

You pump hard, your technique rough.
You slow down at my direction, you have time enough to enjoy.

You aim me at your breasts, opening your blouse.
You coo gently, but jump in enjoyment as I release over your chest.

You taste me as if it is your first time.
You have been released from yourself.

You ask me to return again in a few days.
You have more that you want to try.

You open the door once again.
You have dressed more casually.

Your tongue rushes forward to mine.
Your hand once again rushes down to my groin.

You unzip me, your hand feverish.
Your mouth releases, drops down to engulf me, and I engulf you.

You once again open your door.
You take me to your bed for the first time.

You have regained some fear along with eagerness.
You are ashamed of the decay of your body, you have not let go.

You let my hand move softly across you.
You are still unsure, but you let me enter into you.

You yell at me to call you names.
You have an escape from the daily pain.

You tense, and then relax as my warmth flows into you.
You gasp for air, you have been holding your breath as you spasm.

You welcome me into your home, a scent of pleasure in the air.
You have ideas and games, you have achieved calm and grace at last.

A cough, an apology.
Your thin hand slips into my mine one last gift.

We will never speak again, you are lying still.
One of your friends sends me a message, she got my details from you.