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Love...Bird Fashionshe says "come and beak me, " coo cooing to me, "her birdie" ~ then our beaks touching, sliding along each others ~~ and feeling the heat, i softly tap on hers ~ tapping on hers, she gets excited ~~ flapping our wings, we beak each other ~ me showing her my colors, her showing me hers ~~ so we start to court, she don't fly away ~ instead she shows her colors she displays hers colors ~~ in a little feather flurry, a glimpse is all i get ~ she squirts a scent at me i show her my tail feathers ~~ we could fly together she says , we could court one another, ~ and fly with each other side by side..we could be ~~ looking at the world below we start rubbing our bird bodies ~ against each others taking her talons and grabbing mine ~~ She rubs her tail feathers over me while secreteing a clear fluid ~ which make us mate, and we feel like soaring, ~~ high and higher and while in the air, ~ we mate the most glorious way we climb as high as we can ~~ and we rub our bodies against each other as we free fall ~ maybe as much as 2 miles knowing when to stop mating ~~ before we crash into the earth and she and I peck ~ at each other at the last minute our breasts staying white ~~ turning blue its white till we mate ~ then its blue, if you were another bird ~~ watching you would see, white turn to blue, ~ in front of your eyes but in the end i would love her ~~ she would sing for me I would coo for her ~ we would stay, beside each other as we mate for life I was told eagles mate in the sky At Dollywood Park... __________ LOve...Jaqi © 1998-2005 Send Feedback/Comments
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