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Mar 2014
I'm ****** fixated
on you,
I'll kiss your mouth,
twirl your tongue
with my own,
taste your fingers,
one by one.
Lord knows,
I'll even **** your
pretty painted toes,
love grows like that.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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