to that which never was, you, succubus (unfinished poem …)

my bed

miss you and takes pity on my soul

you, succubus,hot air infested with sex

you, who live in the most erotic

fauns’s dreams,

while

I masturbate with your absence

she-devil that never was

[…]

[as far from hell as heaven]

[…]

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