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Mar 2014
The sounds
that she made
while he ate
his delicious breakfast
were catlike.

She purred
so contently,
didn't even notice
his face was a mess,
as she was taken away,
lying somewhere else,
in a different place.

Gracefully she moved
un-hooded, so open
to the rhythm of his soft-chewing
& he never had it so good,
filling his mouth
with her moist-goodies,
satisfying
his early morning appetite
to greater heights
of soothing pleasure.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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