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Mar 2014
I stagger with quickened breathing,
become blind with one intent,
to unleash myself onto you
with gentle sensuous-fury.

O darling, please hurry!

I am imbibed with
heightened-tension,
this lovely intoxication
creates a reaction that
I know will be explosive
& you,
you my sweet
fellow drunkard
keep filling my bottle
to the top,
craving the same
drunk sensations.

O baby, please don't stop!
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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