part 7

wakened by the solar orb's warming, gentle glower, they arose from the fairy bower.
And in friendly, contented love their hearts did tower, under waterfall they did happy shower.
Each pattering drop, while they looked and kissed amidst the spray, increased their senses,did not stop,
And on awakend passion their souls did crop.
Water flowing through her her raven hair, dark and glittering, while unseen,
The faeries were still flittering.
In innocent pleasure, with no cares they gave each their measure, smiling, laughing, sighing, moaning,
Union in soft, easy leisure, for longest time, until that binding, blinding seizure.
Happy and brightly smiling, back to the castle they were winding, and around them wondrous brightening,
For what greater illumnation than two souls made one in anyone's sighting?
Their friends warmly greeted, though some of jokes ribald were not fleeting!
But in happy concord the jokes were smiling poked, and the lovers returned them stroke for stroke.
Good Sir Bear and his lady Anna, were to their regal wedding soon to be wending,
And thus into town they all were wending, on bright clothes and presents eager spending.
To the great city tomorrow they would be going, cross the sea ever flowing.
And thus on that day they were going, to their galleon they were rowing,
The ship, Sea Foam, was their aquatic home.
So on their course, they began to roam, and waved to those who on the beach combed.
While the sailors worked, and sang rythimic shanties, of clothes they all wore but scanty,
For the warmth of the dazzling Sun, could heat the blood like finest rum.
Chiiterring in the bow wake, the dolphins did happy carouse, the sea's happy rakes.
And all aboard laughed and enjoyed the company of the water gypsies as they followed their road.
A lull in the weather, the sails moved but light as a feather, and while some crew patched leather,
Most folk happily did sport, and for a laugh, Fizz grabbed Morlock, by his fine coat,
And threw him out him overboard, and said with a grin, did he need the ship's boat?
Head rising from the water, with a fish stuck on his face, the Morlock still replied with good grace:
"Thank's! That's the best bath I've had in a while, but I think your's should last for a mile!"
And then mystic cords of gold wrapped around Fizz's legs, and he shot from the ship,
Like a ballista firing a tiny clothes peg! Around the ship he did race, on backside or face,
Pulled by the dolphins, to whom he was fixed on their top fin.
The sea rovers were laughing, happy like otters in clover, but Fizz had of this motion been mastering,
And on the soles of his feet over the water at speed, was happily fastering, whooping with joy,
Like a child with a new toy! He splashed a wave all over Morlock, who cocked an eye,
Spat water, and said: "Bollocks!" And all the friends fell to the deck howling in mirth!
Later, the Mage and his Lady, were in a silk hammock, wrapped in each others arms in lovelock,
Talking of themselves, sharing, deeply caring, into eyes deeply staring,
Every now and then, their hands to each other's center of deisre would wend,
And in unrestrained giving they'd spend. Eventually, in blissful sleep their heads did bend.
Awakened with the moon high and bright on the horizon, their joy with each other still amazingly rising,
The Mage took his Lady's wrist, and placed a jade braclet on it while her hand he kisssed.
Then he sat in the cabin's window sash, from there into the ocean he dove into the ocean with hardly a splash,
And quietly laughed and asked her to dive in, and with a smile into his arms she did win.
But then she panicked, and grabbbed at her legs...
Which which were no longer there, and her hands were webbed!
For now both of them were merfolk, his magic transforming them, he said with a joke.
She splashed him in fury, but then then giggled in wonder so purely.
Down, down into the ocean they swam, the water so briny, but bright from the Moon and shiny.
A magical spell, he cast on some ancient ship's bell, and from it radiance did swell.
In that wonderful twilight ocean, where strange bright coloured fish flowed through each other,
Like a some incredible dreamer's notion, and moved around the interlopers without seeming bother.
Smiling and laughing, she touched and she chased them, and held a giant turtle and on him went rafting.
Like children again, happy, innocent, amazed and entranced in their own special den.
Games they were playing, glad underwater cries they were saying, here they'd love to be staying.
But after a while, they came up to the surface to catch up with the ship in a couple of miles.
But as they were abaft the stern, she turned to ask him, of how to end the spell she wanted to learn,

But in the colourless moonlight, her sweet breasts were bobbing in the wavelets,
And he moaned at the terrible passion such a simple seeming action,
That into him could drive such desire with unbridled, hammering, blinding fashion.
She saw the effect, her beauty did him wrap in a net, and to him out thrust her chest sparkling wet,
Awash with the heady strength, that could control him from any length, and for him,
Her heart did wrench.
He swam to her, and though he was powerful and wise, he could not stifle his need or soft cries,
And the ocean was now filled with a strange phosphorescence, green shimmering essence,
When they met, and to her breasts enraputured he kissed at her let,
She was enwreathed by the lit of the mystical waters, and the moonlight above,

And like a some ancient, mighty ocean goddess, she captured his soul through his eyes.
Her cry of joy at his eager pleasing, sounded to the ears of those on watch like some siren's teasing.
And the bodies of merfolk are not so terribly different form those of landfolk,
So she pushed him out of sight under the waves,
And bouyed by the tranquil ocean found, and to each other gave,
Themselves and held nothing back, nothing hidden or saved.
He looked up and saw the shimmering surface, like rippling glass,
Her hair streaming like wind blown grass.
She looked down at masculine strength, a face rugged, but for her like a favourite mountain beloved,
And joined in love, through they ocean they spun, spinning, thrusting, kissing, touching..
He held her tight, and thrusting with all his impassioned might,
She let herself be loved, for him to show his burning desire she needed, and was happy to let him express,
The urges of his manly needs that some blind fools knew simply as 'sex'.
But this was love, and she had no shame or fear, for by mere asking his ardour would abate but not disappear.
She asked, and depsite the terrible coursing gale in his soul, he stopped in love's task.
Then she cried in the comfort of perfect love, for he was hers, and she was his.
Into his ears she whispered her joy, of her ploy, she knew he was man not boy,
And now prove it! Love her without respite!
Knowing he was loved, desired, but she was not the least frightened, he was ecstatically enraptured,
And with all of his strength, plied her for time without length.
And she gave as well as she got, until from them both, one body, one flesh was wrought.
Then the waters boiled with uncountable, shimmering silver bubbles, as perect release uncoiled....
Around them their friends the dolphins did swim, and giving them their fins,
Took them over the waves, back to the Sea Foam.....

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