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Mar 2014
O sweet miss,
you
kiss me
with your fiery words,
construct sensuous-stanzas
that make me sweat,
think you're so,
so,
so
burning hot.

But even cold air
can make my ******* *****,
make me shiver & shake,
feel frozen like ice.

So darling,
get down & *****,
inject somthing really nice,
deliver the sauce,
scribe me
some more sensuality,
unload on me.

Show me sunshine,
what you've really got,
pen me something
that'll make me bake,
quiver & explode,
quake the Earth
beneath
my frigid feet!
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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