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Storm Clouds

Never 2 Proud to Put Out

By Clintorus Macleod III Esquire Published 5 years ago 6 min read
Storm Clouds
Photo by sebastiaan stam on Unsplash

The trees leaves fell like the thoughts lost in my empty mind,

Beckoned Forth towards the force for which I would call Love

Butt likely, The leaves let a Liar Loosen His forked silver tongue,

Undone, Yet Still,

Determined to slide a slow, Sensuous, well hung, Stick,

A Clock,

Spring Sprung as the Big Hand Struck One,

A Cock’d Gun, Hot and Slick,

From Use, glistening with Juice,

Gun Oil,

Dripping down his Inner Palm,

Cum-run down her Inner Thigh,

Why? Oh, why!? He Lied,

She Sighed her last breath,

'Satisfaction',

YES!

Orgasmically entangled,

She shuddered as she went,

That's why it's called the

"Little Death"

ITS FOR YOUR BEST

I LAY THEE TO REST,

A shot from the hip hits her center of the head,

Across the room her essesence is spread,

She rolls off him backwards, off of the bed,

ANNNND He's Out,

Without a moment,

To Doubt His Derision,

Within a moment, He's discounted,

Her last look caught in his persistence of vision,

No doubting His Decision,

Simple math,

Pleasure Plus Pain,

With the exponent of Financial Gain,

Minus one Player from the Game,

She was left a no-brainer,

When he Came,

Tamed, his bedhead and sheathed his hot rod and holstered his piece,

Beneath the pleats of his tailored trousers, he reeks of her insides,

He hastily adorns his shoes, heels flattened as he dashed,

Making distance between himself and his recent past,

The Target, She's Past-Due,

No time to smell the roses,

There were many things to do,

Dishevelment being addressed,

Whilst he dashed, he did his best,

To be looking Dashing, No longer the hot mess,

Arriving at a the exit he turned the handle and with a shoulder pressed,

The door to the hallway of the 13th floor was his egrets

He’d made it out of the targets dwelling, he scanned the hallway and gently closed the door,

It was at that moment he felt the fear grip him right to his core,

What if she wasn’t a succubus,

How could he ever be sure?

Missions such as this one were transmitted telepathically,

And what's more,

They never included images of the human being inhabited by the denizens,

He was only ever able to see with second sight but a glimpse of the entity itself and feel its vibration quality expressed at its full might,

He might has mistook this Mistress Mason to have within her Lilith as a Dark Passenger,

How little a fight to feed her a head full of lead,

How hard he came yet he lost none of his energy, to a known succubus,

IT MADE HIS HEAD SPIN,

She spoke as clear as if her lips were up against his ear,

"Hey hun, you done ended our fun!"

He jumped away from where he thought the voice came from,

There was nothing but the empty hallway, oh NO, what had he done!

'Ohhhhhhh, you've never bonded with someone like me! I thought you were a seasoned professional by the way you fucked and snuffed me! Lucky you, lucky, lucky me! YOU OUGHT NOT HAVE LET US COME. TOGETHER. YOU'RE FOREVER BONDED NOW DON'T YOU SEE?"

Her voice RANG with the aauthority of an entity who'd existed for Eternity,

IT rang with the the vibration that left Sirius stunned and unable to see,

His 3 eyes were open yet her looming energetic MASS ENVELOPED HIM AND HE UNDERSTOOD HIS FEAR,

He had been bound and mesmerized by the form for which he had swore he Killed,

TO BE CORRECT HE COULD NOT RECOLLECT ANYTHING BEFORE the time he just sent a white load seaman swimming up her love canal, only to make a brand new entrance point on the side of her head with a KAP-PFFFT-POW

As a silver slug was spat out of the shaft of handheld silenced steel,

And she went tumbling down,

Sirius dropped down to a kneel,

He recalled that vividly, yet he could not see the moments when he had ascended the stairs to get to her lair on the 13th floor,

HE ran his hands along his body, was this real, he thought he’d been trained to be able to intuitively feel the difference between a Daemons induced dream and corporeal reality,

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!! AH Ha Ha Ha Ha!

Lilith's laugh tore through him like a reliving every traumatic Life Lesson, in one endless succession only to learn you'd lost your light and the lifetime you'd just lived was a millisecond,

Another Ha,

Was on it's way and with it came another wave of what was above described,

Sirius Lightwalkers spirit was almost extinguished by the end of her cackle, just as she had designed,

The walls of the hall shook and swayed, with acknowledgment the illusion sheared the threads holding together the staged space the Dark Mistress had made,

The game was up, the surroundings began to fade,

What to do what to do, with human whom you have trapped in a dream and cast into a nightmare to remind,

This Sirius Lightwalker, that his manhood and his minds intent,

Best not be bent out of alignment,

Alignment to the creators spark,

That powers his noble, purposeful passionate heart,

Driving the direction of the forthcoming reality,

One where both heads can be of service, unselfish and blissfully benefiting many by being at their best,

Lillith laid a kiss on the cheek of quivering full fetal position Sirius,

Whispering In his ear,

"Now you know how far the rabbit hole can go. You have gone into the darkness looking to do me in. You have relieved your life's traumas, every misstep, every sin. You've felt the bliss of release and the power when you take a life. You know the hopeless helplessness that almost snuffed out that lovely little light in your chest. Yes, now you'll have a chance to take a different stance. Towards love, friendship, your purpose, your passion and your place of inner peace. You are being gifted a perspective that allows for a release of all the things that have been waying you down. That endless chatter of the mind shall finally cease. The experience of love shall overcome all doubt, fear, guilt, shame, you will no longer draw comparisons to belittle others, you shall take responsibility for your life, one you create without any blame.Yes, ALL of this I give you young one, all the pleasures too. You will be able to connect with purified intent and those whom you meet will be blessed by your overflowing grace, You will be so humble, still and steadfast those around you will bask in your essence. You will be loved and you will love the way you have always wanted yet never knew how. I give you this lesson and I RESTORE YOU NOW. Rise. To your feet. Your past falls away from you in those tears you weep.. With joy and gratitude I see. You are reborn anew, No Rush, Take Time, You have the rest of your life to unwrap the Present, moment, the Gift of Life."

With that Her essense surrounded him like a cloak of the most exquisite quality, bringing with it the expression of that fictitious reality.

Awoken, in a down filled bed.

He opened his eyes, the room is the same as the one he ran from in his dream… Is this my room? The question was answered by the calm certainty that filled his being. A calm, gracious, appreciation for life was radiated from him as his baseline vibration.

Everything is going exactly as it ought to. I need only continue to coordinate myself through this experience of life with care, conscientiousness, kindness, confidence and let the vessel find the flow that will go where I'm best suited to be. Acceptance rather than resistance, allowing others to be themselves, allowing things to unfold without interference. I see now how unconditional love aligns with life lines leading me to a future reality that's best suited for me in its harmonious simplicity. That's where you'll find me, on the path to becoming free. On the path of hilarity, healing, the heart's path, one where there is no past, only the present.

I'll see you there if you dare, heck you could likely already be, where, you ought to be, which is wherever is best for you, you see!

Adieu.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

Take care and may you be blessed with bountiful, breathtaking, blissful, experiences the most pleasurable climaxes, that heal and relax every cell in your wonderful body. In your highest greatest good and aligned with timing best for you.

So it is.

Enjoy!

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Clintorus Macleod III Esquire

I am aspiring author, poet.

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