Beautiful Hunger

I heard her calling so I went.

The night was peaceful and somnolent, but the wind was pressing hard at my back. The breeze was cool and soft as a lover's touch, but demanding, hungry, and cajoling. Like a voice caught in the whistling gales she whispered into my ear. She told me to go to the sea. Somewhere near the smell of death lingered, but I paid it no mind as I followed her music to the break of the shore. Her airy voice floated on, beckoning me further. The frothy white waves stirred and crashed, erupting into plums of mist against corals and rocks. The tide advanced, eager to lay claim to the beach, for by the call of the moon it was rightfully hers. Cool spray took me like the spittle of a great beast preparing to taste its prey. Coaxing, as intoxicating venom administered to lure me into her trap, her song carried me forward… her beautiful song.  

Wading through the icy waters I went deeper, and deeper still. The ocean was alive, churning and shifting wildly, but I sensed a patience no terrestrial mind could ever understand—she was waiting, and she savored that. But for what, I did not know. The moon swelled over me, like wanting pupils, it's rays reflecting off the placid sea, shimmering as to eclipse the heavenly bodies in the sky. She guided me on my quest to seek the singer of this bewitching song at my ear. So beautiful she sang.

Then there came a darkness so absolute I felt as though I had lost myself in a great pool of nothingness, an endless abyss. The living body fell suddenly silent, stagnant in my wake. In the depths I found a leafy green growth swimming in the water, as if dancing to the lilt of the mysterious voice that still hung on the wind. The weeds swayed from side to side, like a submerged willow. Spiraling green ribbons caught in a vortex turned my way. Suddenly there were eyes upon me, peering up from the queer shrub. They were luminous, glowing in the red of love, the crimson of blood. Spellbindingly beautiful as they were, she caught me in her web.

She calls me still, and so I go to her. Her osculate lips locked on to mine longingly. Her full breasts against me, and her lathery tongue darting into my mouth, I tasted her hunger—I craved her desire. I prayed she would never let go. To my dismay she does not. She seized me by the neck, and wrests me from my own will. Though lissome and smooth as silk, her hands were strong, and so I did not resist, nor did I want to. Like a forbidden ecstasy, I willed her to pull me in and wished I had the strength to free myself from her grasp. The creature asked me to join her, to descend into her realm. I went, and even as my lungs heaved and the burn of the salty water filled them with blissful agony, I never fought her. Oh, so beautiful she was.

Her sleek scaly body coiled around me and squeezed like a vice, yet still I wanted it. My muscles turned to rubber, and my ribs shattered, yet still I begged her to take me. I was hers, she knew well as she opened her mouth to feed. Her jaw seemed to detach and grow. Her teeth were all at once spears and daggers sinking into my flesh. Drowning in my own hot blood, I bathed in her saliva, and came to be one with this beautiful monster. Piece by piece I filled her belly, dissolved in her acids, nourished her fibers, and fed her cells, giving her all the power that was in me.   

With the sent of my own flesh upon her breath, I have been transformed into this magic that was her song. Together we will call on the next to join us, to be consumed by love, and devoured by the sea. Soon another will follow suit, in search of the caller of that song so lovely, so beautiful… so hungry. Soon he will join us.

Beautiful Hunger (revised)

I heard her calling so I went.

The night was peaceful and somnolent, but the wind was pressing hard at my back. The breeze was cool and soft as a lover's touch, but demanding, hungry, and cajoling. Like a voice caught in the whistling gales she whispered into my ear. She told me to go to the sea. Somewhere near, the sent of death lingered, but I paid no mind as I followed her music to the break of the shore. There her airy voice floated on, beckoning me further. The frothy white waves stirred and crashed; eager to lay claim to the beach with its ever-rising tide, for by the call of the moon it was rightfully hers. A mist of cool spray took me like the spittle of a great beast preparing to feast upon its prey. Coaxing as intoxicating venom administered to lure me into her trap, her song carried me forth… her beautiful song.  

Wading through the icy waters I went deeper, and deeper still. The ocean was alive, churning and shifting wildly, but I sensed a calmness about her way; she was patiently waiting. But for what, I did not know. The full moon shined down upon me, it's rays reflecting off the placid sea, shimmering as to match the heavenly bodies in the sky above. She guided me on my quest to seek the singer of this bewitching song at my ear. So beautiful she sang.

Then there came a darkness so absolute I felt as though I had lost myself in a great pool of nothingness, an endless abyss. The living body fell suddenly silent, stagnant in my wake. In the depths I saw a leafy green growth swimming in the water, as if dancing to the lilt of the mysterious voice that still hung on the wind. The weeds swayed from side to side, like a submerged willow. Spiraling as green ribbons caught in a vortex, they turned my way. Suddenly there were eyes upon me, peering up from the queer shrub. They were luminous, glowing in the red of love, the crimson of blood. Spellbindingly beautiful as they were, she caught me in her web.

She calls me still, and so I go to her. Her osculate lips locked on to mine longingly. Her full breasts against me, and her lathery tongue working inside my mouth, I tasted her hunger; I craved her desire. I prayed she would never let go. To my dismay she does not. She seized me by the neck, and wrests me from my own will. Though lissome and smooth as silk, her hands were strong, and so I did not resist, nor did I fancy to. Like a forbidden ecstasy, I willed her to pull me in and wished I had the strength to free myself from her grasp. The creature asked me to join her, to descend into her realm. I went, and even as my lungs heaved and the burn of the salty water filled them with blissful agony, I never fought her. Oh, so beautiful she was.

Her sleek scaly body coiled around me and squeezed like a vice, yet still I was loth to flee. My muscles turned tender, and my ribs cracked, yet still I begged her to take me. I was hers, she knew well as she opened her mouth to feed. Drowning in my own hot blood, I bathed in her saliva, and came to be one with this beautiful monster.   

With the sent of my own flesh upon her breath, I have been transformed into this magic that was her song. Together we will call on the next to join us, to be consumed by love, and devoured by the sea. Soon another will follow suit, in search of the caller of that song so lovely, so beautiful… so hungry.

The Mermaid

I heard her calling so I went. I followed her cries to the shore, but they did not stop there, for her airy voice drew me further. I walked deeper and deeper. The water was cold and dark. The full moon shined down upon me, it's rays reflecting off the placid sea, shimmering like the stars in the midnight sky. In the depths I saw a leafy green growth swaying in the water, as if dancing to the lilt of the mysterious voice. The weeds shift, and stir. Suddenly there are eyes staring up at me. They are the red of love, the crimson of blood. They are so beautiful. She calls me still, and so I go to her. Her soft osculate lips lock on to mine. I pray she will never let go. To my horror she does not. She seizes me by the neck, and wrests me from my own will. Though lissome and soft, her hands are strong, but I do not fight her. No, I do not. Like a forbidden ecstasy, I will her to pull me in, and wish I had the strength to flee. She asks me to join her, to come inside her realm. I beg her to let me in. I know I shouldn't but I do, and she does. Deeper and deeper I fall. Indeed she will never let go. I will drown, but I feel no shame. I would have done it again, and again I will. She is life, she is love. But so true is she death, so too is she destruction. Nevertheless, I live for her..., And I will die for her. Again and again. Forever until the end of time she will call. I will come. I will sacrifice all to have her, and she will destroy my everything before she evades me, and so she does. As is her nature, as it always was. The true essence of eternal love.