She lay calmly, quietly in the grass. Tail flicking ever so slightly.
Silently.
Calmly, eyes looking up, then slowly closing,
blinking.
Calmly.
Waiting, watching.
Her tongue flicking out to taste the air,
savoring.
Calmly waiting.
Calmly waiting.
Calmly.
Come closer,
little bird.
The hidden sexuality here burns the keyboard.
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