Everyone in the room starts undressing and moaning, as if they were high on a synthetic opiate. I feel their flesh melting into my hands, into my hands that have become fire, and their flesh that has become liquid, and I hear their moans in my ears, and I feel their moans in my cock.
They’re all around me. I can smell them, and they’re all around me. It feels like I’m being buried alive in their flesh, in their bodies. I feel their thighs, their bellies, their breasts, their armpits, their stomachs, their chests, their cocks. Their skins are like wet tar. Their fingers slide into my mouth, and their tongues brush across my teeth. My teeth begin to ache. My eyes begin to water, and I can’t see them. Their arms and legs become fleshy apparitions. I feel their feet, their ankles, their knees, their elbows, their hands, their necks, their torsos. They’re all around me.