The branches over head lifted all of a sudden, the leaves shaking and moaning. It was odd,
the sensations prickling up
his inner thighs and deep into his gut,
cold and warm and pleasant.
His jeans tightening adding pressure ardently. A light vortex leapt up from the ground and settled at his middle sucking at him, he glanced around in awkward awareness. His clothes
there and gone as the succubus wind picked up with renewed force and he gasped in overwhelming sensation.
He throbbed in the unfathomable breeze, his eyes rolled back all white,
and release -
the soft, moist, velvet air engulfed him in a warm void pulling the light from his eyes, the colour of flesh left and his body slumped in a heap, left in a pile
sallow and hollow.
The leaves dropped from the trees and swirled away down the empty street.
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
