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May 2014
Your hands roam
over me in tender ways,
gripping me magically
as your lips surround me,
the tongue of an angel
you enlighten me,
take me to other places
squeezing my face
your tremendous thighs.
eyes of a sacred order,
fragrance of the rose.

I inhale you,
I thirst for you,
I hunger for you,
I crave what
you do to me
every time
you love me.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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