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Her skin, hot and dark
Like a summer’s night,
Stretches to catch out the dawn
As her wild-mare body moves,
Uncoiling once more
Probing in the deepness of her limbs
A bird-catcher’s paradise.
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Her skin, hot and dark
Like a summer’s night,
Stretches to catch out the dawn
As her wild-mare body moves,
Uncoiling once more
Probing in the deepness of her limbs
A bird-catcher’s paradise.