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Jun 2014
She has everything
at her fingertips
& she knows it.
She sashays around
breaking necks
at breakneck speeds
& the things she wears
obilerates imagination.

With her natural essence,
she doesn't need perfume
& what matter
if her is tussled,
the wilder, the better
with her thick top.

Dudes drop
all over the place
to get into
her good graces
& her face,
let's just say,
God used up all
the pretty parts to make it.

And like I said,
she has everything
at her fingertips.
The Lord knows
I know it,
'cause
I've been so very blessed
to see her,
to see her
sheer beauty
in the ****.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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