.... my mermaid.

her lips were so sweet against mine
soft and delicate
like kissing a living doll
so small and heart shaped
even in the dark i could feel her eyes piercing my heart
so gray and strong
she shuddered under my fingertips as i traced her body into being
she was mine tonight or was i hers?
her hair hung around me
bouncing around my arms
soft and lively
dark little ringlets
her hands were smooth as they traced me into being
we could hear the rain splashing thundering out side
and my bed was creaking along to the music
my mother was drunk and asleep in the other room
unknowing
my room was gray
the fan was spinning
the only light shone from the house next door
barely escaping
turning my curtain
a light dim pale shade of orange
her mouth was soft and delicate as she kissed my skin
my breath was short and warm
the time moved slowly
her skin was sweet oh so sweet
as my tongue traced her into being