I  awoke upon a strand of white beach, my tail buoyed by the waves that lapped languidly against the shore.  My skin was bleached by the sun, my body dusted with sand.  A gentle breeze sailed in from the ocean, carrying whispered memories of intimacy.  My cunt clenched uncontrollably, and I brought my handed to where my flesh and scales met, just below my hips, to sooth its fury.

A great thirst threatened to overwhelm me.  My lips were parched and caked with salt.  How long I had been there I couldn't say.  I lifted my torso to gaze into the still water pool beside me.  Tears trailed down my cheeks and fell in outward ripples upon the water's surface.  I gazed at my reflection: liquid eyes, skin moon-pale, small pert breasts and luminous, hair that flowed like a fiery waterfall.  Pain carved furrows into my youthful features.  How terribly sad I must be, I thought.

Yet, I felt so disconnected.  So empty inside.  Ripped apart.  As if something was missing.  Something.  Yes.  Missing. 

"My God!" I screamed, throwing my head back and howling angrily at the night.  "How can I survive?  You have violated me!  Torn me in two?  What am I to do?"

I collapsed weeping, great heaving sobs racking my body.  It was beginning to all to come back to me, in trickles and currents.

The ocean lay dark upon the face of the deep.  All still and seamless night—the womb of the unborn, the shroud of the dead.  Nothing—not a breath, not a pulse, nor the opening of an eye.  Only silence was complete.  Unheard.  Unknowing.

The ocean gathered and swelled, expelling the first breath of eternity.  The infinite creation unfurling, like sails upon a ship—a dark velvet tapestry—spilling from the horizon, waves lapping upon the shores of forever and again.  Without beginning.  Without end. 

Time that was not time did pass. 

A hum stirred and shifted through the ether—a slow steady vibration.  Its rhythm was the beat of an echo, like the pulse of a vein beneath the flesh.  Solferino rays of illumination flooded through dark vermillion waters, as does the sun through stained glass windows.  A mystical ear opened, listened to the silence singing—the first orchestration of sound—whispering. . . whispering. . . moving across the flesh in shivers.

The night was blackness now, silky and fathomless, ever far receding.  The waves lapped gently over my tail fin, caressing my extremities, kissing my eyelids.  I moved with the rhythm, grinding my pelvis against the sand.  My cunt yearned to be filled, so I reached for the first thing I could touch: a seaweed coated piece of driftwood.  It was the right size and shape. And well lubricated.  I shoved the pulpy head inside of me, rotating my hips, my tail flapping in the tide, stealing the steady beat from my heart. 

Harder.  Harder.  More frantic, in and out, bruising me inside.  My pussy throbbing, as I felt myself for the first time begin to smile.

"Oh God!  You fucker.  You fucker."

I collapsed weeping, the steady current of my leavings washing away with the tide.  Later, I lay still, embraced by the ocean's gentle arms.  I felt as if I were cradled in deep dark womb.  I felt the darkness lull me and I closed my eyes. 

Stillness, finally.

The dark waters gave birth to living flesh. 

WE were of one body, one soul.  Two hearts beating, flesh embracing flesh.  The supple curve of our nakedness.  Skin, warm and smooth, begging for the indulgence of a warm wet tongue.  These tongues that were created to taste, to probe oh so deeply our wet sex, to give so much pleasure.  Slow and meandering, sampling the flavor of our own come as we writhed, suffering beneath each lashing.

Two pairs of lips, locked forever in a passionate kiss.  Kissing as though our lives depended on it, mouth to mouth, drinking our heated sighs.  Our mouths all toothless and soft.  Newborn soft.  Suckling upon the milk and honey that flowed with abundance from our breasts.  Ah, what luscious breasts had we, not few but many.  Sweet and full encumbrance. 

Our genitals were ripe as fruit waiting to be plucked, sucked and fucked.  Large meaty organs that buried themselves into our opening mouth-like cunts.  How we would suck from one end and fuck from the other.  How those mouths would smile full of lust, so red and lush.  Sweet, succulent love. We were made to love like this, to fuck ourselves mindless, beyond oblivion.  It was easy to please us, to bring us to unbearable excitement, when we were one and knew our own mind.  And this we did endlessly.

And all around us the swish of soft waves, water warm and milky as our own exhales.  How we invited it to fill us as completely as we filled it.  Yearning for each caress upon our newly made flesh. Rocked were we, like a babe in a salty cradle.  Lovers in a salty womb.

Disembodied.  One.

I opened my eyes and beheld the sky floating past behind a veil of water.

I must have fallen asleep.  I gulped the salty water, then, realizing I could breathe, inhaled it through my nostrils.  I wished I could just lay there forever, floating on the tide, just lay there and die.  I remembered WE and my heart clenched tighter than a fist.  We, we, we...  How empty it was here without my love.

How empty.

WE were not alone.

The vibrations drifted in slow waves at first, kissing the shores of the encumbrance now made flesh.  They wiggled their cilium appendages, propelling their tiny bodies through the currents towards us.

We swelled and smiled with pleasure as they touched us, inviting them inside.  The tiny vibrations swarmed our flesh, seeking out the darkly soft and yielding spaces.  They probed deeply into the threshold of intimacy, past the membrane and into our chasm. The center of the beginning.

We changed inside then.  Our body quaking, our flesh crawling with new minds, not of us, but of you and I.  And the veil between us became thicker and thicker until finally, split down the center, one from the other, we divided.  Two separate entities.  Two separate souls.  Cursed to search for the other forevermore, to become whole once more.

I pulled myself from the waves and sat upon a jagged rock, waves crashing upon my tail.  The sun was rising in the east, but hid behind the dark angry clouds of a rising storm.  The storm fitted my mood however. 

I was determined to sit there for as long as it took, until my beloved passed these rocks.  We were one being born of the same watery flesh.  One day we would be reunited.  I knew, that like me, they would be yearning for the other part of their soul as well.  And they would be searching for me.  Needing as I did, to be whole.  To be ONE. 

And, so I began to sing...