Writing A Poem Beside Lyssa Asleep (Part 4) – Mad Chaos: November 30, 1998

A Sleepover Anyway

Instead of going home as I thought she would Lyssa decided it was too dangerous to head home at 11:00 p.m. in a taxi so with no make-up in her bag or even any books for school she decided to sleep over. Setting the alarm for 6:00 a.m. that gave Lyssa enough time to catch a taxi home and get ready for College.

Something told me that Lyssa would oversleep her alarm and that something was right. Lyssa and I lay down to sleep and as Lyssa stripped down to her underwear and a singlet I firstly stripped down to my board shorts but because I usually sleep in the nude I told Lyssa I was stripping naked.

Lyssa took advantage of that situation and as I lay there nude she turned around to face me and more or less jumped on top of me. Using her hand to maneuver my shaft Lyssa took her underwear off and began to slide herself slowly upon me.

Before Lyssa took her underwear off I thought she was going to go down on me and she did kiss me to my Chest but I was wrong. Lyssa was probably thinking of going down on me but as I placed my hand upon her and also started to please her she must have wanted a piece of the action.

Trying A Slower Pace

Lyssa was once again on top of me and this time we started off extra slow and kept this pace up throughout. Lyssa asked me to place my finger upon her as she slid up and down my shaft so that I did. In a hard position was my hand wriggling upon Lyssa’s excitement spot and believe me, she was very wet and very excited.

I should have lasted a lot longer than I did with Lyssa on top of me and me having gone off an hour before but I gather Lyssa’s weight pulling back my foreskin while the juices inside of Lyssa played with the inner sanctum of my shaft must have placed pressure upon my orgasm. Once I took myself out to calm my nerves despite how slow Lyssa was moving on top of me.

Making an excuse that I was feeling something in myself that I hadn’t felt before Lyssa thought I was hurting. Lyssa once again continued very slowly and the fact that she was pushing hard on top of me exposing my whole shaft to her juices and her moaning with pleasure, I was reaching a logical explosion. Taking myself out once again I squeezed and once again tried to hold it out and the feeling started to disappear but I spoilt Lyssa’s climax as she had almost orgasmed.

Lyssa slumped upon me dissatisfied and with my erection going down by the second I knew that the feeling had been so strong that it made me think I had gone off. Thus, my night was over and as Lyssa thought I had gone off and I too had a feeling it would be dangerous to put myself back into Lyssa we stopped.

“Why can’t you just be selfish every once in a while” Lyssa asked me and I knew that this meant I should have climaxed intensely, Lyssa wouldn’t mind. Alas, this didn’t happen and once again I was looking out for how Lyssa was going to climax rather than worrying about myself and in the end it didn’t benefit anyone.

Actually, after Lyssa told me I should be more selfish I told her that I only wanted to please her and that led to me once again going down on her. Lyssa was now setting an example of how to be selfish and in ten minutes of my tongue’s flickering violently Lyssa done more than climax.

Her body was lifted for two or three minutes and at the end she just clumped to the ground shaking and once again she used her fingers to finish herself off. Once Lyssa was finished panting and moaning she told me that this was the best ever orgasm that she had ever felt in her entirety of being with me.

I was sold that this was only an attempt to make me feel happy but as Lyssa kept explaining it and I considered what it would take to lie I regarded Lyssa to be telling the truth. Lyssa informed me that she was on the verge of climaxing for three or so minutes as her body was lifted high and then in one huge bang she finally came, shaking in a frenzy.

Sleep Will Not Come

That pretty much ended our night of passion and feeling as if I had gone off but nothing had obviously come out, I was satisfied and no longer had feelings of sexuality on my mind. Lyssa and I both lay on the waterbed and once again lay in each other’s arms as we tried to sleep.

Lyssa had no problems drifting off but knowing that I myself don’t normally sleep until 6:00 a.m. in the morning on most occasions I was wondering how long it would take for me to sleep. There was almost an instance half an hour after getting to sleep that I almost drifted off but I woke myself back up from that drifting state because I thought I heard myself snore.

My subconscious had heard me snore and as I woke Lyssa up from light sleep asking her if I had snored she told me that she didn’t hear me. Trying to get back to sleep time and time again I came back with the same conclusion, snoring. For some reason my throat felt more clogged than usual or I was aware of it for the night. Maybe it was the fact that Lyssa was in the bed with me that made it harder to sleep and breath but for the whole night I didn’t get more than a wink of sleep.

Wandering The House At Night

Over and over I would try to drift off as I had nothing else to do but as I kept waking myself up thinking that I heard myself snoring I would get frustrated. Jumping as silently out of bed as I could Lyssa woke up and I thought it was cute how she jumped up in the darkness and terrified that I wasn’t around yelled out “What”. Confused as she was in the darkness she scurried around to find me on the waterbed but my soothing words brought to her attention that I was still in the room and heading upstairs.

While up there I grabbed myself something to eat and viewed some television for fifteen minutes before coming back downstairs. All the time I was walking down the stairs I was looking forward and around me afraid that I might once again step on Lyssa who was fearful for where I was.

Walking to the toilet I got a little anxious walking in the darkness and hoped that Lyssa didn’t once again go sleepwalking. In my thoughts I imagined Lyssa waking upstairs and sitting herself in the lounge room to wait for me completely unaware of where she was. Of course, that didn’t happen and when I walked back into my room Lyssa was sound asleep.

The Sleeping Lion

Lying once again beside Lyssa she didn’t hesitate to roll over and place her feet between mine in an inviting position. Placing my hand around Lyssa’s head acting as her pillow and having her head so close to mine as I stroked her hair I thought to myself “If only our love could be like this all of time, peaceful, calm and with me pleasing Lyssa while she is completely oblivious but thankful”. It is an idealistic view of hopeful life in general. Lyssa is like the tamed lion that roams so savagely when in hunger to eat but so vividly tame when sound asleep.

A lion is far too dangerous to approach with civilized motion when prowling with a famished hunger. The vulnerability of a lion when asleep is so unique to it’s boisterous lifestyle. Lyssa felt the same to me, usually the mood would be spoiled by television or conversation and when I hold Lyssa in my arms. Even when having sex the love is not the same as when Lyssa is at her most vulnerable, when I look upon her as being her cutest, that of when she is sleeping.

A Poem For Lyssa

While I held Lyssa in my hands I thought of some blank verse poetry in my head and wrote down a couple of lines as I snuck out of bed. There were hardly four lines written but before this month has ended let me try and emulate our night in words. Before I begin my poem let me just state that ‘Jewel’ the singer has released a book of poems and it’s supposed to be a best seller. I heard one of her poems on the radio and it sounds like something I should get interested in, just a thought…

Subconscious Kisses

(Love’s ternate Sonnets)

I love you so much when you are asleep,

So vivid you dream, so gentle you breathe,

Vulnerable you are in thought so deep,

There in our silence, our dimness, our eve,

So cute, when I briefly stroke your soft skin,

You quickly flourish your face with your palm,

Scratching at the surface, slowly you grin,

Who knows what thoughts prevail your mind so calm,

Your head rests upon my arm, your torso,

Sheltered, like a sword stretched in a sheath,

Our legs entwined, so warmly wreathed, more-so,

You make me feel so comfortable if brief,

I kiss your cheek as I comb through your hair,

I kiss your lips in this moment we share,

These words have come together so beautiful and capture our moment with such intensity. The sun has already started to come up so you can gather I have spent a fair bit of time on the computer and a fair bit of time on this poem. Like my last poem that I cared not to explain I have once again dedicated my inspiration to Lyssa and the night she slept over.

When I couldn’t get to sleep and I looked over at her in the dim night I felt that love for her. When I held her in my arms I felt that love for her. When Lyssa lay herself upon me and made cute gestures from her tongue, I felt that love for her. Now I have placed that love of my feelings into words so memorable.

Morning Run For Menthols

Our night lasted as long as my memories would allow and when the alarm was supposed to wake us up I did not hear it. This, the only time I closed my eyes to sleep was my moment’s time, to sleep. Half an hour later I asked for Lyssa to wake up but she wanted to keep sleeping, my thoughts were true. For the next four hours Lyssa slept and I tried to sleep but each time I would drift off I would hear me starting to snore and my throat closing up on me making it slightly harder to breathe.

Upon waking up at 10:30 a.m. Lyssa and I were still lounging around in the bed, lethargic. Lyssa had herself a cold of some sort and as she asked me to run down to the shops and buy her some food and butter menthols I grabbed the money she gave me. Asking me to run down there I done just that as I slapped on some clothes ready for a jog.

Having had nothing to eat I felt the run was great considering my body was still fairly flexible for the morning. Maybe that was due to the fact that I hadn’t really had any sleep for the night but I guess it counts that my eyes were closed for the whole night, well the times that I wasn’t mucking around with Lyssa. Buying Lyssa a packet of her favorite ‘Nacho’s’ and a pack of butter menthol I bought myself a corn-jack and headed home filling myself up with greasy nutrition.