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Seasons of Lust

Twigs grow tender, leaves unfurl,
Harvest comes for all young girls.
The daughters marvel at the sight,
Their bodies blooming, in nature's light.

Formed in mother’s womb now dust,
The daughter writhing, sows in lust.  
Embrace the change, this season's heart,
For you, dear child, are nature's art.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
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Author's Note
Remembering a young lover who was the daughter of a woman I'd dated in high school. It was a privilege to love both the mother and, years later, her daughter, the product of her marriage to another man.
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