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Dec 2013
You lay supine,
bent luscious-legs,
a genuine beauty,
a pearl,
twirling your hair
with sweet intent.

O, you must be Heaven sent,
perhaps, I am your gent!

I've spent a lifetime
for this moment,
the moment
you captured mine,
lent me your heart.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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