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Swan Song


Urgent and cerebral her dark wings shake the weight of the world.
Elegant and gritty a mind equipped to meet the day.
Proud enough to fly away.
Tame enough to stay.
Boiling with passion and directed by reason
Goddess body
Whore lips
Flights of fancy between needy hips.
Her fingers course the night
Touching darkness
Bringing light.
Her song ripples the still water
With a steel drum timbre
Her elemental shawl of down
A fundamental call to hounds
The pack would surely chase her down
To punish the glorious sinner.
The rhythmic voice echoes amid the yelps and cries.
Bound only in name she stares daggers with eyes
That all to quickly realize
These dreams have wrought her own demise.
What hard cock she will now serve?
Whose hands will swat her lucious curves?
Surely she gets what she deserves.
But the fact remains the birds been had,
Her plumage neatly plucked.
Beware that you don't gloat too much
Because it your mind that's been truly fucked.

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