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May 2014
I trace the contours
of your sensuous words
with my fingers
& feel your inflection,
the heat of your  
private-moments.

The narrative of your desires
smolders in my *****
& if you only knew
my own sensual-mind,
you'd feel me
with your own
burning heart.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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