Recording the spirit in the smoke

Description: Recording the spirit in the smoke spirit entry: the possession caught on tape i press play on my video recording, hoping to capture whatever have visited my room last time. i like my sage and call out to any spirit that might still linger. as a smoke rises, it suddenly turns cold in front of me. my head slowly tilts back and my mouth opens up on its own. the cold smoke enters me, and my body begins to convulse. i'm hanging over the edge of my bed my shirt is rising up exposing my belly as i twitch and shake.  moans are escaping my body responding to something beyond comprehension, a sensation of overwhelming, inexplicable pleasure. dazed, i slowly sit back up. my hair is a mess, and i noticed the camera is still recording. confused, i stare at the screen. then it all comes rushing back the smoke, the cold, the surrender.  again, my head tips back and my body arches into an unnatural backbend position while i am on my knees. when i sit back up it's no longer me. it's him! he has taken over.  he explores this new body with fascination - exposing my chest, tracing his fingers over my skin, and pausing at the dangling silver ring in my belly button. he tugs it free, tosses it aside, and continues to explore. fingering my belly button.  this body is no longer mine. i am now his home