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May 2015
You never make it easy on me
dear lady,
always smiling at me,
licking your lips at me
leaned up against the wall,
pointing your derriere at me,
you push aside
your expensive French lace,
begging me
to leave
a trace of me,
never pensive
for me.
One of those mornings...
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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