What do you think friends? Is this fragment worth expanding into a full story?…Did I tickle your desire for more?
Sorrow filled my soul
I saw you
Faint in the distance
A shadow glistening
Afraid but more curious
I walked towards you
Your hypnotic trance
The air filled with the scent of jasmine
The heavens became a pallet of colors
Blues, reds, greens…
I fell into the illusion
Thick with a desire I had never known
My heart raced wanton
I supplicated myself to you
And from that moment forward
I was yours completely
Salted tears fell on to her once wet scales soaking in every drop it could absorb. Why now? I wondered. Why did she not break into complete and utter pieces?
Shadows played constant in those days. We dared not speak of truth or wonderment or bliss or love. We learned the respect necessary for us to do their bidding. When she spoke of where she wanted to flow her energy it was always into the ground, earth, mother. She scattered the ashes of her soul until she could stand it no longer. Water’s freedoms held no place in her heart. Or that is what she wanted us to believe.
I would whisper into her torn heart, attempting to heal the wound but there was no healing left to be had. She had surrendered into twilight’s shadows and whispered the remembering sounds of her now lost homeland. The leader of a kingdom bereft and forgotten. The mission to be here was great but now? There was nothing left and she had no way of informing her children of their next steps.
I watched, observed, and recorded the events since before our homeland was diminished. I tell you now there is nothing more joyous than linking our skins, sharing our thoughts, merging our hearts…Nothing more freeing than lifting into water’s effervescence so as to share just a moment of joy…to become that joy. I would plead with her to let us link our tails. But no, she never acquiesced. She never allowed us to share our hearts and minds. “Too dangerous” she would telepath to us. Always in the simplest language. Two words to keep us on the straight and narrow.
As the keeper of our history, I felt it my duty to observe and record events both public and private. At times this entailed me following our people’s movements. But of course I would edit events as it seemed necessary and for the sake of clarity. And I always give her the greatest leniency. But she became so secretive about her comings and goings I felt it was now time to exercise my record keeping for the greater good of our peoples.
I stalked the shadows silently slithering my way over the earth’s carpet remaining nothing but a ghost, careful to not reveal a telepathic fragment. On alert just in case danger became eminent. There I found her merging with him. Teaching him the ways of our peoples. “How could she betray us?” I thought to myself. “She must have staged these rendezvous to keep him off balance. ” I felt her grief plunge her into the deepest of sorrows. She had always worn her heart on her wing. I watched as she entwined her tail from his feet up to his groin. Her excitement grew. My heart melted into hers. And he sensed the shift.
“Stop it!!!” her two-word command telepathed with utmost clarity; so much so that our union became that much more evident. But I couldn’t help myself. She was me. I was her. And our Sisters were forgetting.
I closed my eyes so as not to witness her betrayal but once again, I became consumed with her desire. It was a well of passion that seemed to me could never run dry. I climbed into my skin, raising myself above the jungle’s canopy and soaked in the damp dawn. The ecstasy I felt in this early dawn mist was the closest experience I had to our watery world’s stratosphere.
My hearts skipped a beat. Suddenly I found myself in a kind of ecstatic hunger I had never before experienced. I soared higher into the sky and as I did a rooting, a grounding chord of sorts, burst open from the bottom of my spine and began surging upwards. I could feel her frenzy, gushing back and forth against his lingam as it swelled into a hard mass. I soared higher and my womb beaconed me into union with all my water-lust sisters. My belly rose and lowered into a kind of dance with his lingam and as it did a heat rose into my solar plexus exploding into the birthing of a thousand suns. I became confused, frenzied, and unable to stop myself from this ecstatic hunger. I wanted more, whatever the cost.
I looked up into the icy blue sky now filled with white fluffy clouds. The sky was their pallate depicting beings of numerous kinds. These imagined beings seemed to share my ecstasy as I soared higher I felt the heat rise to my hearts where it danced and played moving into my breast and out my nipples connecting into a loop back down into my yoni and back again. The pleasure so intense I wanted it never to stop. Fearing a softening in the energy, I reached down with my hand rubbing my yoni in a soft rhythm. I could feel her frustration as I rebuilt the energy into yet an even greater pulsation. She wanted to maintain control. I wanted complete abandon.
And as our two opposing wills fought for control, he took his mouth to her breast suckling and she screamed in ecstasy as I rose even higher into the stratosphere. The clouds churned, blasting a chorus of thunderous harmonics as whips of lightning bolts shot through the sky. My voyeurism knew no bounds and I believe he knew I was there reaping his pleasure, increasing hers. With that awakening I knew I could control her want. I reached up to my breasts caressing them, tickling my nipples into pure delight.
The sky continued its cacophony of sound as she moved to the center of her heart’s fire and rose it up into her throat letting out sonic sounds so piercing yet so alluring as to burst the clouds open into a rain fierce with abandon. She looked up to the sky and although unable to see me as I hid behind one of the now dark gray masses, She knew I was there in all my voyeur-like joy. As I acknowledged this, her will took over raising the fire from her throat into her forehead. There it blazed out the center of her head into a stream of a thousand rainbows filled with lightening. Their two pelvises rocked forcefully back and forth in complete union, while I stayed in rhythm with them using my hand to substitute for his pelvis. Their heat rose in a spiral-like frenetic rhythm finally blasting out the top of their heads as the rain poured down around them. His once fierce heat was now subdued as he stroked her hair wet with rain gently rubbing what looked to me to be a third eye just above and directly in the middle of her brows.
I too was spent and gently floated downward eventually finding my way to the earth’s sweet floor. After such sweet torment I found myself resting, surrendering to midnight’s call. And as I did I found myself recognizing the power of darkness. It is sweet, damp and full of untamed wonder. Nothing touches the dark but everything rises from it.
My head and face met the earth’s grace with a fierce desire to turn the day’s delight into a shadowy reflection of the night’s turbulent unknown. I laid my head to the side so as to feel the rich earth’s dampness on my face and breathed in the intoxicating aroma of musk delight. It tickled my nose and offered me a kind of excitement akin to my voyeuristic playground. I turned my head further into the soil breathing in the magical aromas. Rubbing my face deeply into the cool earth’s fragrance. I twitched and turned until I found myself writhing into the earth’s lair blanketing myself in her essential rhythms. Each odor of the night called to me as I moved my way to her. First the grass so sweet and soft…a bath of green dew; followed by root’s fallow smelling soured pleasures…