In the scherzo movement that follows, Dvorak explores the dance rhythms and melodies of his heritage. They feel new and fresh, yet familiar at the same time. It contrasts with the finale, which begins with a newfound urgency, setting up the nobility and majesty of the main melody heard in the brass.


I felt him take my lower half with his available hand, hoisting it up to push himself in me. Not bothering to stop now, Joker simply began pounding into me fast and hard. There were no jokes now, no conversation, it got to my favorite part of our sexcapades. He was close and his movement began to reflect as his hips started to become shorter and deeper, a man's natural and perhaps unbeknownst desire to plant his seed deep inside of a womb in order to procreate. Even Joker was nothing but a man when it really came down to it.

I groaned deeply, his ragged lips having never left and grinning over mine. With a final bite of my lower lip, Joker exploded inside of me; it was an unexplainable sensation to have his hot spunk deep inside of me.

It burned, yet it was a satisfying sensation. As if I had been fed a healthy sample of happiness, breathlessness, and desire, all at once. It was a reminder of how fully a person could contaminate another's body and mind, and how much freedom one could possess by simply letting go.

I allowed my mind to wake from its' temporary sex-fogged-stupor. The chipped ceiling seemed to move, Joker's curly green hair dripped sweat onto the pillow beneath me, the score sheet of Dvorak's New World Symphony taped to the wall behind me.

Closing my eyes, I unknowingly let out a contented whimper, listening to his heavy breath so opposite of my own. It was like the repetitive melodies in the piece that lay above me and for a moment I could hear the full orchestra. A fugue of trumpets, violins, timpani...it was all so beautiful.

Joker continued to hold my wrists together, above me, but his other hand slowly released my hips, traveling it up my sides instead. His overpowering stare remained, he grin not disappearing but losing some of it's harshness.

Suddenly I was transferred to a different world, a home where I floated on clouds that moved in time with whispering harmonies, none too loud nor too soft. I lay on the heavenly mass, wisps of air caressing my body, dancing on my skin. Like a ballet, the wisps danced lightly, gently jumping across my dermis, hopping and playing. I giggled in happiness.

A solemn pair of airy tendrils came together across my chest, hugging and twirling together. They frolicked down my chest until they came to rest above my navel. They began to pivot round and around, creating a twisting pressure on my stomach. I wanted to brush them off then, but my body would not listen. Instead, they kept twisting and turning, spinning so quickly they began to dig into my belly, digging into me.

I must have fallen asleep.


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I've decided to break up the story because it reads better this way. With the emotions I'm trying to portray, I think a bigger break than a line is necessary.