Waterfall

Silently, she crawls through the ferns.

“Prey,” she thinks.

“Mine,” she whispers.

Like white noise, the sound of the waterfall makes him oblivious to the danger he is in.

His hair dark from the water.

The unending flow caresses his skin.

Every muscle lustrous in the stream.

So wet, she feels.

Must mark him with mine.

Mermaid

She dreams of legs.

For walking, running.

But mostly for spreading them.

To allure sailors with her eager cunt,

begging to be filled.

Wet like the ocean,

convulsing like the waves.

But she remains trapped in her scaly, iridescent body.

A fantasy for men of the sea.

A prison of her endless desire.

Always horny,

never truly satisfied.

Oh, how she dreams.

Of being part of their world.

Of legs.

Of being spread open wide.