Ever do it sub aquatic?

I can be half-seal if you want.

Or full. Whatever.

[Sylkkie listens to your reply, backcombing her hair]

Ok. Top or bottom?

[“Top,” you reply]

Cool. I’ll dance better.

[Sylkkie sticks her seal tongue into the corner of her seal mouth]

You like cresting?

White horses as tabletops…

[…she’s slurring, and you imagine her swallowing you whole, like a megalodon]

Almost high tide.

[Her flipper brushes your zipper.

“So what?” you think, “I can just swim away,

any time I like.”]

You can just swim away,

any time you like.

[You both know this is a lie;

you’d let her rob you blind as a Sea Wolf at this point.]

Ever do it sub aquatic?

[In your mind you’re already front crawling, raking at the moon again,

just to see her phosphorescent snake hips.]