Arrival

Each stranded filament
Her breath under fire
Needing that tension
Her pulsing so wild

My glance like a hurdle
A nod like a gate
Her collar unbridled
A hook filled with bait

Showing her off
And seeing her spin
Her energy peaking
Her power within

This is the bringing
Of Little to view
She takes it amazing
And hits it on cue.

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