( I wrote this with this song by Bohren & The Club of Gore in mind. If interested, play music while reading for full experience and cool band. )

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The purple silk sheets bent slowly under her paw. Padded cushions marked the division between the purple of the sea and the darkness of the pillar that rose to the heavens; centered in the sinkhole that occupied the ocean of softness. The cushions in turn fused into luscious black fur that led up a long gracious leg.  A round feline shoulder rolled. Slowly it elevated, carving itself out of the slab of the back cresting like a wave at peak, flaunting for a brief moment the ultimate definition of self before coming back down to erase on the shore of body. As the wave descends from its crest, so too does the purple ocean perturb anew making a sound that is imperceptible, but that rings the senses, heightened by the shift of topography and flow of currents. A new pillar of fur passes the previous. Lifting to repeat the process of wave forming, cresting, and crashing into a new sinkhole in the waters; four of them locking in elegant dance.

Slowly, tentatively, yet with underlying grace the threads of the sea bend closer and closer. A new step’s alignment clearly shows her purpose of parade by deviating from the most direct path of supposed intent in order to blatantly exult her other side. A seductively sassy whip of the tail follows the maneuver. It brushes me under the nose, and a teasing look over the shoulder judges the effect. I think I hear her purr as she walks away, but I can’t be sure. She stays, sitting across from me a while, well out of distance of my reach and calls, and begins to slowly clean herself. Aside from her glowing yellow eyes, her pink tongue is the only change in colour in the glint of her coat; her fur being as dark as night. A perfect mirror to her essence like a calm starry sea at twilight.

Responding to a call of instinct, and with a flex of will, I rip my eyes from this mystical spectacle and look around. I don’t know where I am, nor how I got here. How long have I been entranced? There are candles burning different colours, and the sweet melody of the damp breeze brings peace to my ears. The warm salty air beckons one’s imagination to the southern seas, though its purple hue brings one to stranger places. Secretly scrutinizing, and annoyed that her spell was breaking the enchantress unhurriedly begins to reel in the strings of my heart and soul around her finger. She starts towards me, bending the silk ocean like nothing under the weight of her determined steps.

She purrs, quite certainly this time, and brushes against me before slipping out of my reach. Her gaze penetrates to my midst, shattering the measly defences I tried to erect in my brief moment of respite. The elegance of her dance mesmerizes, and her presence invades my mind until it fills the world. She repeats this maneuver around me a few times allowing me to get in a couple of caresses that she accepts yet does not pause or slow down for. The fur of night is as soft as it looks.

She twirls, she twists and swings her hips moving away from me with ethereal fluency. It is as though she is made of the very silk on which she dances. She answers my calls with furtive looks, but still won’t keep consistency in the promises she lets me perceive, or imagine, briefly. She is determined to dominate my spirit, mind, and body and drive me to teether on the edge of madness. The music in the wind seemed to grow louder, and rhythm was controlling the dance in deafening silence. A saxophone calls out. Slowly, she cocks her head to the left; she cocks her head to the right, and coos in a deliciously soft frequency for which my heart skips a beat permitting the rhythm to increase. The sea livens, waves begin to rock my ship as the oscillations of the trance grip my core. A streaking pink meteor flashes in the darkness below the mischievous Moons before disappearing in the void as she licks her lips and closes her eyes in the grace of slowness. Enticingly, she stretches out her muscular hind paws exploring their lengths and strength. She arches her back to its fullest, accentuating the longest curve of femininity in its middle before letting the wave roll over her body toward her legs. Extending her front paws she flaunts high her tail and its attachment point. This slow rising and falling of waves of the flesh and heart would have tempted any captain. Entranced I set my sail as the rhythm rumbled across the air. She begins to dig her way across the ocean of envy to me. I strained to peer from the wave-breaking bow to gaze into her eyes to see which oceanic current she was on, see whether this mermaid would arrive from the South or the West. I drew my gaze to…

KRAACK

The sky blows suddenly. The music is shaken, a great violence made itself felt. A high ring slowly dies out as the air gets heavy. A dark silence comes about, the sea was still and the rhythm had paused in surprise. Concerned, I drew my looking glass to the horizon. No visible smoke or masts left the idea of enemy cannon fire with little water to hold. But the relief was brief.

KRA–BOOM

Came the second violence,

KRA–BOOM

it thundered again, and again. The rhythm returned in frenzy as I scrambled to the prow to keep my ship afloat on these newly tumultuous seas.

KRA—BOOM

It continued always at regular intervals.

The world shook; my ship creaked and groaned under every strike of this unknown enemy. I didn’t know if I could keep her afloat; but I was going to damn try. Hands gripped tight at the helm I struggled feverishly in increasing darkness. The storm roared and strong winds tore my sails off violently complementing the BOOM with a sickening rip as they disappeared into the night. My vessel was tossed around like a toy for what seemed like years. Disorientation was complete, not that direction mattered in the tumult. Neither the seawater in my eyes nor the thunderous roars in my ears could make me obsolete to the dramatic spectacle of my rudder being torn off. Helpless. Before what I felt to be the final strikes blew my ship to pieces and propelled me into the angry violet depths I looked up to the sky. Having momentarily forgotten the watchful gaze I now saw the double Moons in the heavens of the enchantress’ eyes. They glowed of a subdued mischievous teasing. She had known this would happen, and had drawn me into the dance for a ride. No sooner did the realization slam my ship-wrecked mind did the final blow thunderously crack my vessel in half, catapulting my defenseless body to the depths. I took a rapid breath, and jerked to brace for impact, springing to life in front of my alarm clock on Monday morning.