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Succubus
waking
in their bed
beneath the slates
waking
as in a dream
slowly aware
waking
completely
waking
in the window airs
waking
in the hush
of the night
palely lit by her lucent light
the night
calls to him
and he walks out
the night
absorbs him
summer dew wet on his feet
her cool breath on his naked flesh
the quiet mysterious night
s...
Saturday 7th July 2018 6:28 pm
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