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Apr 2015
I have your grainy
fragrance
still on my shaky hands.

Your sweet oaken taste
on my quivering
wanton-lips
has permeated
my soul.

You have burnt my throat
& intoxicated my heart
with your spirit.

I am drunk,
unsteady
on my feet
without you...
kiss me
in one gulp,
please.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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