The early morning mist, like a river,
follows the contours of her hips,
She creates her own weather
under the all-seeing eye,
"Come lie with me," she whispers
to her lover. Her attraction stirs
his mind, his limbs, his loins,
Red-wing black birds fly over
her member, fish swim her veins,
the sun warms her blood.
She waits her turn while her champion
prepares, He will come to her
in his might, He will visit her
at the appointed time.
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