The Siren
I knew her from somewhere. Grecian eyes and curls spilling over fair skin. Bursting lips and swanlike neck.
“Do your best.” She feigned shock at the simple exhortation, but the smirk crept upon her lips and she pulled at the dark nylon around my wrist. Forever like that with this one – dangling, drawing back, and proceeding – like her little game of dropping her paper where I read Cowper’s Odyssey, to draw me to her elevator.
“What a coincidence,” she had chuckled, tucking the page in a folder, “that I happen to be a soprano.” Coincidentally raising an ankle in her midnight stockings.
“I haven’t done this before.” She bound my other wrist to the headboard.
“Tight as you can.” I winked. “Safe sex, shall we say.”
“All right.” She lingered on the last syllable and administered a final tug. Then settled on her heels. Eyes closed, she drew breath and drifted into the Lakme orchestral prelude. She arched, hands on the hem of her skirt, unveiling ivory legs. Her blouse parted and fell, revealing porcelain shoulders, pouty handfuls of breasts, the curve of belly and waist like the Venus of Milan’s. She’d never done this before.
The flower duet began. She swooped down, seizing my face in her hands, my phallus in her quim. The first glissandos dawned on her tongue. The chords resonated between her and Kemp and Black on the speakers. I wept, burgeoning with the strength of gods.
I sit vigil again at my carol. Fitzgerald’s lies open, but I see only her alabaster form swept by the waves of the sheets, her creamy skin highlighting the necklace of red bands on her throat. I scrutinize the women entering and leaving the library at Mannes Conservatory, wary of her sisters. Circe, deliver me.
Copyright 2003 pleasecain@aol.com
PleaseCain’s fiction appears in Desdmona’s Fish Tank, several webzines and at his website, head: http://members.aol.com/pleasecain. Feed him bad girls, bad movies, hot peppers and guitars.
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