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Huntress [17.03.'21]

Her steps were always slow;

Even in walk she swayed,

Her legs dancing; every step

At which the universe serenades.

Walked with sultry composure

And seductive flow.

Like a heathen goddess,

She tempers movement with grace.

It was not done out of vanity,

But pleasure in the flowing stream of steps

That mark her pace.

The relaxed fulcrum of her thighs

Tilts with undulations in the turf;

Her feet tread lightly with a claim

On the summer fields,

On the bending trees

Where beauty still abounds...


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