Cemetery Celebration

She told you to meet her here. At first you thought the idea was crazy, even comical to meet in a place like this. But she made it sound so...so natural. You loved her wicked ways no matter how eccentric they appeared to be. She had a way of opening you up to what yesterday could be conceived as impossible. She made you feel like a child protected by his mother, but then she made you feel like a man when she touched your heart and made it bleed for her…and only her. She was beautiful and she made everything else beautiful.

So here you are, standing in the middle of a cemetery surrounded by darkness and death. A chill runs through you even though it’s summertime. Your imagination goes into overdrive as theatrical visions from bad horror flicks begin to haunt you.

                                           Corpses rising up from the earth as the stench of death and decay fill the air.
                                           They stumble towards you with focused determination in their stance.
                                           You look into their hollow eyes and can see nothing.
                                           Any flicker of their existence is dead and buried, just like they were supposed to be.
                                           With outstretched arms they almost touch you.
                                           And at that moment you realize it’s your life they crave…

You’re actually getting a little scared and try to shake off the feeling. Your overactive imagination is most definitely getting the better of you tonight. You make a mental note to stay away from horror movies for a while. She should be here soon. You don't even know in which direction to look for her. She simply told you to follow the cobblestone path leading to the center of the cemetery and to wait there. That's her style. She always keeps you guessing. Her mysterious ways is a game she endlessly plays…and she plays it very well.

The silence and stillness here is unnerving to say the least. You mosey around, stepping on dead leaves just to hear some noise and not feel so alone. You notice all the different headstones and take out your pocket flashlight to look around. There’s and old headstone that catches your eye but the words inscribed on it are faded and illegible. You wonder who this person was and what their life might have been like. Did they get to experience love? Was their death tragic or heaven sent?

You remember what she told you about cemeteries. How being surrounded by death made her feel more alive. She said there were so many people who took life for granted, even her at one time, and being here in this place reminds her of how precious life truly is. To breathe. To feel. To see. To touch. To laugh. To love. And what better place to celebrate life than here? She always wanted to make love in a cemetery. She envisioned it to be a natural sanctuary of peace where souls would be an ever-present audience. And although death would be all around, it need only be a reminder to savor every touch, every sensation, and every moment you’re alive. This was an event she wanted to share only with you.

You hear footsteps. She’s finally here. She smiles and takes your hand, leading you to an area hidden by tall Weeping Willow trees. She’s the only woman you know who could be wearing a simple trench coat and still look incredibly sexy. Her hair is pinned up and only a few strands fall freely. She has that playful look in her eyes. A look you’ve seen before.

Without uttering one word she begins to undress you. She slowly unbuttons your shirt placing her warm hands on your chest. Her touch is electric tonight. She teasingly kisses you lightly on the lips and then gets down on her knees. As she pulls down your trousers and boxers you feel a little awkward and become slightly embarrassed by your strong erection. Unexpectedly, she touches you with her lips and the feeling is so powerful that you let out a cry. Before long you are helplessly moaning and thrusting your hips, pushing yourself deeper into her mouth. Every part of your body is on fire as she relentlessly sucks and sucks and sucks. You throw your head back and come face to face with the moon. It’s seductive glow sends you further into euphoria until you come. A film of sweat covers your body and you’re left panting like an animal.

She pulls you down on your knees to face her. You notice you’re still as hard as you were just a few minutes ago. What spell has she put on you? You can’t take your eyes off her. She kisses you again and you can taste yourself. You put your hand on the back of her neck to push her closer. She manages to pull away and pushes you into a sitting position on the grass. She smiles at you. Your heart flutters. This night has sure been full of surprises. You notice there’s an enormous gravestone right behind you and you lean against it. The marble feels cold against your back. Sitting naked on the ground makes the experience more primal. You’re so turned on right now. All you want to do is see what’s she’s wearing underneath that damn coat and then tear it off and make love to her.

She’s giving you that look again and your body trembles. You can still feel her mouth devouring you. Finally, she opens up the coat and it drops to the ground. She is completely naked; an illumination of pure beauty. The moonlight reflecting off her skin is glorious. She then takes the clip out of her hair and it falls freely around her shoulders. A warm breeze circles the area; it feels nice against your hot skin. She bends down and lowers herself on top of you, pushing you deep inside her. You feel the wetness. When you kiss, this time it all makes sense. Invisible eyes are watching and even joining you in this celebration of life and love. The darkness is no longer foreboding but a sheltering sacred cloak.

Being inside her is exquisite. It feels like home. You move together until you find a steady pace. The devotion reflected in her eyes is undeniable. She leans forward to grab hold of the gravestone so she can gain more control her body. Like an artist admiring his masterpiece you look at her breasts moving to the rhythm of your lovemaking. You’re mesmerized by their beauty and are compelled to taste them. Hungrily you start to suck and bite on her nipples, and as you do so, the velocity of her movements become wild and feral. Her moans turn into screams. Her passion turns into necessity. Every one of your senses is magnified. Just like she said it would be. At that very moment a special connect is made. You feel like the two of you have become one body, one mind, and one soul. Feeling her inner velvety walls contract you know what’s coming. A look passes between you and together you ride the passion of your lust celebrating love.