Kayla of the Emerald Sea

Kayla of the Emerald Sea

    She emerges from the transparent bubble into a school of iridescent fish. The cloud of fish glistens in rainbow colors. She floats lazily in chrysanthemum dreams of seas of rolling indigo where mermen frolic splashing love through the warm waves.
    She is a golden breasted sea maiden who sparkles in prismatic colors.  She plays with porpoises in the crystal ocean. Seagulls, otters, and whales all sing a melody of love she feels. Her periwinkle nipples are pink with sunset hue. Her raven locks are wet with salty desire. Azure waters foam in crests spraying lash hooded aqua-women whose black tresses shimmer in twilight red. She surfaces like a dolphin into the cool evening air.
     She floats weightless like a feather in the wind. Warm lagoon salt water laps against her breasts in her ocean home. Her love for Cedric blossoms in her breast, pulling her into the chasm. Her mind paints visions of Cedric the man who owns her heart. He dwells on the land. She risks being banished from her Eden under the sea by loving
him.
    Soon the Milky Way streams across inky black. Hera’s milk is lit with fire. Stars twinkle in the glowing cloud. Her star dust eyes glow. Phosphorescent star fish pulse with light and gently brush her fingers.
    Her hair sways with wavelets. Sparks of phosphorescence glitter on her skin. Tiny vessels of life illuminate her body. She is a sea maiden, a being of light. Her body feels fluid, throbbing with rivers of corpuscles which flow through her web of arteries.
    Slowly the world around her, the sea and stars, merge into the cosmic womb. Her body floats in liquor amnii born of starlight and tropic wave lap. The sensual sun of her solar plexus radiates omnipresent throughout her being. Her sacred heart beats in endless palpitations of metaphysical drums.
    She is sunk in the sea, mother of life, where the first protoplasm divided and cells began exchanging genes. Here was the beginning of the dance of sex when the asexual gave way to the sexual.
    The Milky Way resolves in her cloudy eyes. She inhales and exhales. Like her amphibian ancestors she swims to shore to consummate her night swim with Cedric the landman.
    They converge where ocean and land meet. A breeze blows across the sea oats. Wind chimes ring in the salty breeze. They roll in the warm water on the wet sand. His fingers cascade down her spine. Her lips bubble kisses in smoky trails down his nape. They bathe in the ocean womb of life. The tropic water brims with living beings. The primordial soup laps gently against her skin. She is immersed in oceanic bliss.
    Morning comes and she plunges into her sea home. Her heart leads her to visit her dear friend the Moray Eel. Every year she’d go down and visit this eel.  Because like a lot of animals he had a home and you could always find him at his home. The eel was never friendly. She offered him fish. He wasn’t friendly and this was from year to year.      
    And one day Kayla was lying outside chatting with this eel and he came out. He didn’t just come out. He swam around her, her swam between her legs, and he nuzzled her face.  This was amazing.
    And after that they’ve been great friends. And now when he sees  Kayla coming, and she might not see him for a year, once she didn’t see him for two years, this thing comes out across the sand and swims over to Kayla and hugs and loves her and he loves to be scratched. There is no doubt in Kayla’s mind that that eel really likes her.
    On this morning Kayla and the Eel dance together. Her friend the Moray eel emerges from coral reef to greet Kayla for their yearly reunion. He opens his mouth wide with his sharp fangs displayed. Kayla the ocean maiden is unafraid. The slimy eel slithers between her legs. She feels him rub against her sex with his razor teeth close to her flower.
     The Eel slides from her nether pleasure garden up her tender torso to circle her breasts. Kayla delights in his slick embrace. She feeds him fish. He slinks round her inner thighs. She scratches his leathery skin. He gapes with gratitude. She embraces him like a lover. She bids her friend au revoir.      
    Kayla swims through the cove. The undulating kelp fronds brush her slick skin. She feels deep peace immersed in the salty water from whence life had evolved. She scissor kicks her legs to propel her deeper into the realm of silver fish and coral reefs. She wears her gill gear converting water into oxygen. The synthesis allows her to live in the sea like a dolphin. She loves to drift with the current swirling her body like a kelp frond in the aqua blue cosmos which she calls home.
    Emerging from the kelp she gazes through her
goggles at the shimmering bubble where her fellow mermen live. She swims to the gossamer surface pressing the lock. Her pulse begins to increase. The council still hasn’t decided what to do with her. Her relationship with the landman is innocent she thinks. She slept with him only once. Why the elders are pressing the matter baffles her.
    The air lock is empty of water and she removes her gill apparatus. She sees herself in the mirror door. Her legs are long and lean. She has curves which any man would desire. She has many childbearing years ahead.
    Kayla walks deliberately through the translucent corridor. She can see the silver dart fish flash in formation outside. Kayla feels her pulse level out. Ahead is a muscular woman with huge biceps. Kayla pauses. Her heart rate quickens. The woman she knows is the head mistress. The woman blocks her passage.
    Kayla is afraid. She knows what this implies. The reality dawns on her like the rising sun. The meaning is clear. The head mistress raises her hand, with the palm aglow with red. This is the ancient symbol for outcast.
    Kayla retreats into the entrance of the airlock. This is her world. She can’t leave for anyone, especially not a man. But Cedric is also an urgent need. No merman inspires the fire which Cedric’s love does.
    The choice burns into her very womanhood like an unquenchable fire. Her need for Cedric is undeniable. It burns deep down in her marrow. The mistress’ palm grows bright red blinding her. Kayla falls onto her knees prostrating herself in a plea for pardon.  The head mistress caresses her scalp. She consoles her with words. “Go Kayla. Don’t bring shame on your sisters.”
    Kayla whimpers and falls back into the airlock. Donning her gill breather she swims upward into the dazzling blue light.