This is in really rough form – based on a dream I had the other night.She walked along the beach, the foamy surf tickling her toes. Her favorite white sarong was wet and nearly transparent, but it stayed wrapped snugly around her waist. She didn’t come here often, but she was well-loved by the people here, especially the men. The statue they had erected in her honor was a pretty good likeness – except they got the sarong and her feet all wrong, making them look a bit like a fish’s tail.The sky was beginning to turn golden when a few of the sea men found her. One, a captain, offered her pearls. She pushed them away. ” You offer me my own tears for your joy?” A sweet, peach-fuzzed boy offered her a few trinkets of beach glass and abalone. She gave him a kiss on his cheek and kept one, telling him to give the others to his sweetheart. Then another captain came over to her. He was still young, but his skin was weathered from years in the sun, in the sea, and he smelled of the ocean.”Goddess,” he started… She looked him over, walking all the way around him. “I’ve been saving the best of my treasures for years for you… Ever since I’ve heard of you, I’ve -” Her eyes softened a bit. He held up a bag. “Gold….”"Gold?” Her eyes lit up.”Yes, and jewels” Jewels she couldn’t get in the ocean. “Not pearls.”Her kisses were wet and cool, and he led her to his ship. She knew which one it was, of course. A man’s ship is as unique to him as his style of clothing, or his smile. He unwrapped her sarong and drew her to him. Her skin was soft against his, flawless and glowing. She was an enthusiastic lover, pulling him down into her kisses until he had to come up for air. Her nails had scratched deeply into his back, stinging and bleeding. In turn, he was no gentle soul, either. As he pounded into her, he managed to gasp out “My offerings… Do… you accept .. my offerings?”"Yes.. oh yes… ” she replied… “You will never die at sea… never… at .. sea.. I will… always… embrace.. you… never.. at sea..”
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