The Girl on the Coral Reef. By Donal O'Connell.
"I got a girl named Boney Moroney,she's as skinny as a stick of macaroni", humming she was inside me ,'twas the early fifties and I'm coming and going in and out of adolescence while Paramhansa Yogananda has checked out of his body and gone to join Shri Yukteswar. In this time frame the yogini Giri Bala from Nawabganj near Ichapur ,in West Bengal near the Ganges and also Yogi Prahlad Jani both who lived on light alone without food or water for over fifty years and now here they are all swirling light around me and I am wondering about Yer Wan on the coral reef .
Now when you really looked at her you could get a bit of a shiver and nobody would blame you for that,Fierce intelligence you'd see looking back at you.It is a bit unnerving but exciting at the same time if you know what I mean. She reminded me of, -Do you remember Betty Davis how her eyes seemed to protrude that little bit,a little bit fish like, but very enticing and attractive,some of the come hither in the arch of them.Ah! Lovely laying out there on the golden sparkling coral,taut little nipples she had,like dried plump cranberries, firm well rounded breasts with long curling dark hair breaking over them driving you a bit to distraction.Her lustrous green eyes all the time held you riveted so there was no straying for a bit of sexual meandering ,she was in charge and anything you might be thinking of would be at her time and discretion. Her pretty little ears were tight to her rather small skull but the lobes were elongated and seemed to be pierced and decorated with tiny seahorse shells sparkling like tiny Suns.She was breathing at a totally different rhythm while her nostrils flared and flattened at the end of each inhalation remaining so for regular intervals of between four and five minutes.
Yes, some form of hypnotism was prevailing.A shimmering seemed to emanate from her flesh or was it flesh?.It looked like flakey skin covered with tiny short white to transparent,to a blue green tinge of hairs, like those one sees on a gooseberry or on someone at the edge of death from starvation -Like a fungus that one sees on overripe apples eerie-She had me transfixed,she knew it ,I knew it and enjoyably scary it all was.My own breathing started to slow down despite my increasing excitement while an expanding awareness twitched my nervous system,perking my primitive senses into jungle alertness acquainting me of a wonderfully positive potential available on each in breath.My nostrils were flaring and pulsating of their own accord in response to some ancient memory some primordial bidding a reptilian connection was agitating my coccyx at the end of my spine ,My teeth were grinding my toes and fingers had curled into a claw like state,while now my vision seemed to be coming from the side view rather than straight ahead.Something akin to an extra sensory perception one can get,and occasionally be calm enough to recall and research after indulging in an unwise and unhealthy ingestion of liberty caps chasing the extraordinary but here no substance had been partaken of. A power was in evidence ,a goosebumping gratifying excitement was embraceable so much so that sexual arousal was inadvertently being stirred and was being acknowledged by a pouted upturned smirk of devilment from lady big eyes.
The aura fields of an evolving species of new mycelium was prompting the breathing intelligence to recognise the stepping stones for exploration and was aggravating the fungus on the cuticles and itching the periphery webbing between toes and between fingers and the edges of the scrotum to the upper thighs and buttocks like a vaguely pleasant tingling of pins and needles.A morphogenetic communication was making itself clear and readily available for telepathic dialogue between the two of us substantiated by a harmonic quivering and glowing in the ethers.Angelic or demonic,mind flipping paranoia ensued.Moral or immoral conscience pricking was gently assuaged by an internal pulse that regulated my breathing which in turn calmed the mindrace and returned the body to awareness of the growing sexual arousal and the responding engorgement.
Big eyes was reaching forward,the come hither now more proclaimed by little wiggles and slight tongue protrusion and as my eyes were released to wander the full extent of her nakedness, I gulped to notice the absence of a navel,anus,or vagina as such,although a muscular flap of some kind was in evidence.Such was my consternation that when her hand had gripped my wrist I gave a startled moan of alarm immediately on touch.She did not release but continued to stroke gently with her other hand and all the time drawing me closer to her sweet scented self.Continuously smiling with a brazen innocence she seduced like a well versed harlot and had me in the palm of her hand - helpless but hard and ready for ejaculation.
We had moved on the coral which was rough on my skin causing little abrasions and slight bleeding which she licked with soothing tenderness until we were lying in a shallow pool slightly sheltered .The water was warm,her legs were stretching,her back was arching while all I could hear was little yelps of joy and the sound of the sea pounding in my ears flashes of sunlight blinding but beautiful and a savage panting as a jelly like fluid pulsating little light beings resembling frog spawn in consistency was oozing out from her muscular flap while her grip relinquished to release my ejaculation on the floating spawn. A mesmerising display of lightning activity danced rhythmic reels,jigs,polkas,bhajans and babushka ballets before our eyes in the little pool of nativity as I sobbed beside my radiant seductress who sobbed joyfully in unison giving those little yelps and click clicks one encounters when swimming with dolphins.
Exhausted with exuberance and a fulfilling feeling of fantastical futuristic possibilities and no guilt of test tube manipulation, I slid from the reef and swam the mile back to shore with my eyes closed yet seeing that light between my brows ,hearing that rhythm that sounds in the silence,tasting that nectar that smiles the sleeping infant,while feeling connection with all sea life in ,above and touching the ocean with stars and planets above and beyond .