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The Day Love Flies
Mother Eagle soars, our glistening bodies once dared to lie.
Our spring love, her wing takes flight—hands find sweetness within our thighs.
Mother Eagle, ever watchful, for the day love flies—goodbye.
Your laugh was a fawn, soft-footed and shy,
Caressing my breasts, our fingers explore sweet-shivering highs.
Mother Eagle soars, our glistening bodies once dared to lie.
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Thursday 3rd July 2025 10:39 pm
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