Spiral into me. With well choreographed, pulsating movements I reach a sense of euphoria. Godly in hours of young lust. My blushing cheeks, it tasted as good as juicy peaches, as good as the whiskey in my mouth, the blood flow under my skin. I had never been more tumescent, craving more. I fall apart at the touch. I can\'t stand the longing. I hold out for as long as I can, in those praying moments in lost places, then I erupt into a rainbow of satisfaction in the afterglow. I can\'t comprehend the thoughts that went through my head, the voices telling me I\'m drowning in the rain in my heart. The nitric oxide levels rise, the smoke rises to the sky. I see it fade, the golden leopard on my green cushion, as golden as my compass, as beautiful as the roses in my garden. I follow it, through the labyrinth of life, where the stars die from thirst. I cut through the sinew, the fine silky fibres of moon specks, and the frogs jump from rocks to ponds. As the days pass I feel more alone in my prison, sewing myself to the future. I can taste the truth on my pink tongue.