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Apr 2015
You always liked the way I stood behind you,
the way my breath tickled your neck,
the way my fingers infected your good judgment.
And after the ice was finally broken,
nothing was forbidden,
it wasn't kidding anymore,
it was the real thing.
You'd smile,
lock the door behind me
and beg me to stand behind you.
You know me.....see us go!
Fantasy write.....
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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