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Mar 2014
I dream of you
sweet lady,
my flower child
smiling,
engulfing
the entire length
of my wet-tongue
deep inside
your own
moist imaginations
& succumbing
as I kiss,
I kiss
your
pretty
blossoming-flower.

O, I dream of you.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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