I can still feel her tongue against mine, stroking the inside of my mouth. Every night since then, she has called to me in body and spirit. Not by mouth, but by soul. Hers calls to mine in the dark, and if she is the siren in the night, then I am the willing sailor diving into the sea, happily drowning myself so that she might find companionship amongst the algae.
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