Ride the Colors
By S.Gonzalez
He found himself surrounded,
He felt the walls of his soft jail,
Finding the walls to be flesh,
Inviting and strangely responsive,
A pit of warmth and vastness he could not reach,
Suddenly he felt the tremors,
in which,
Ignited his very senses,
He was blind, of this he knew,
And yet with every sensation came the colors,
Some bright and vibrant shining pink,
Every touching across his naked self,
Brought the hues of steady pounding red waves above him,
towards his very form a low and humming green,
each could be felt and seen,
This ocean of sensation gnawed at his core,
Inward suddenly,
an increase in pressure roaring,
The waves of ecstasy shaking in him,
Rocking him to and fro,
a white hot light suddenly washes over his tense frame,
Shocking ,delighting and plain,
With little hints of pain,
The greens come to a louder hum,
and the pink steadily increases,
Both squeezing the wet sticky sweet light coursing through him now,
Then the pulsing red finishing the orchestra of pleasure,
A volcano of feeling quaked with in him,
He rides the colors,
impacting his rolling stride,
And on all of this ,
He laughs and rides,
The light he shoots forth into the darkness,
A stream of light as he's coming,
Coming to the end of a long and breathtaking high,
The colors of the passionate embrace burst around him,
Light on light encasing all,
As he starts to sleep,
A tired slumber,
in that pocket of velvet darkness,
Quiet again all around,
He waits and coos,
Until the lights call him,
To come again.
