I.

Shade 11 of Three Six Five.

Wrap your hands around me. Your fingers digging into my skin in search of treasures hidden.

Sweat trickling down your face like dew on the grass. You move like a mower on my lawn.

I hear the sounds. Faint but audible. Time and time again the whispers come to me.

Yes. That way. That way. You lead me. You lead me right. Lightning me up. I set you ablaze.

Your fingers tremble. Thighs quiver. Heart racing with no finish line in sight.

Crashing into everything, I’m riding the tide. With every new stroke I’m coloring your world.

Left. Right. Thrust. Burst.