The siren and the seer
By PaulJ
Breathing in deep, deep, breaths, she emerged, water beaded, glittering, from the depths, silhouetted by the moon, humming an hypnotic tune with her long black hair hanging wet, clinging to her shoulders, dripping down her naked breasts. And he could only stand and stare, as with rhythmic movements of her flanks she advanced towards the banks. Wading through the shallows, the instant that her knees cleared the rushes and the reeds, she lunged out of the shadows. Then, as moonlit pearls wove crazy trails down her cold and glistening skin, she turned full frontal onto him. It was when her hum became a wail he decided not to swim with a mermaid that had no tail. Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 02:55 AM PST 0 • 14
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"Breathing in deep, deep, breaths,..."