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Feb 2014
She whispers to me in the darkness
to take her & I do,
my fingers trace her side,
her sweet hips I grip
& gliding
we spoon
she sighs,
glistening
with her moisture
I bid her
an excellent morning,
explosively,
she takes me too,
accepting.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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