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May 2014
She found herself
up against the wall,
spread eagle,
so regal
in her ******.

Water droplets cascaded
her soft shoulders
& she rode
two digits
as if it were
her last shower.

The power
she generated
was more than
she could take
& releasing alone,
she cried my name
to the tune
of her shuddering.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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