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Apr 2014
Are you there
Miss Clairvoyance?

I feel your electrifying hands
reaching out to touch me,
to soothe me into submission.

I feel your weight
pressing down on me,
holding me tightly
with your finery.

I am breathless,
your sensuous conduit,
lost in a world
of extra sensory
perceptions,
feeling your
spasmodic-ripples,
inhaling your spirit.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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