Mermaids
Her hair flows so delicately in the wind, in sharp contrast with the disk behind Her shoulder, The shades of Her skirt as mesmerizing as the waves of Her home, oh how I love Her. What makes a man like me so desirable as to attract this perfection? As I steer my craft to Her shore my soul yearns for Hers, my body for Her caress, my ears for Her voice.
Her song so beautiful, made simply for me. Oh how I want to sing and croon the waves with Her. As I approach shore I see that she bares no clothes, and that Her skirt is made of thousands of frail scales. Though it does not matter to me, she is too beautiful as to be marred by such a tiny imperfection. We will craft a life on Her island, with children of dual race.
Is it wrong to wonder where Her family is, as mermaids lived in pods? Perhaps Her sisters had become jealous of Her, perhaps Her mother cast Her out for pride. I suppose it does not matter, I shall pay no mind what causes Her woes, she and I will be together, and that's what is important.
The peaks to which she calls me are tall and inspiring, Her voice clearing the way to our mutual happiness. My craft rocks gently passing over the sediment. Still, I steer directly for my waiting temptress. As the boat splinters over a rock I begin sinking, but surely my beautiful betrothed lady will grip me tight and lift me unto ecstasy.
Before long I see Her flowing to me, Her hair crimson and fiery like a flame amongst the water. She smiles at me, teeth keen and perfect. As she grasps my shoulder and brings me to surface, I begin to declare my love “te amo” (i love you)
She grins at me, speaking in a voice supple and curious “Et nos cognouimus in sempiternum” (And we know each other forever) she hardly strains to bring me ashore, Her tail silken one way and abrasive the other. On the sand my beloved cradles the shore, speaking in whispers “hic recuperandome” (recover here) and swims to meet Her perch upon the rock.
I begin to build a small fire when she returns to me, Her scales now coal black, hair again in sharp contrast to the fair skin it adorns. She soon asks if I would join Her in marriage, along with Her many husbands. Immediately I agree, stating “ego moriar pro te” (i would die for thee)
Grinning she asks that I repair Her home. My soul immediately yearns unbearably that I do as she asks. I learn that there are many of her, and that each of Her is as lovely as the last. As I work Her song lifts my spirits and gives me strength unheard of. Every day one of Her brings me a gift of spearfish, and every night she brings me the gift of song so that I might sleep.
One night, seven days after our matrimony, I see Her crawl from the water, every one of Her chanting “ecce morte” (see death) Her smile widening and engulfing me. Her kisses stinging my flesh as only true love can. Soon I join Her harem in eternal bliss, having served our mistress for years to come.
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