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Jun 2014
I gazed across the straits of ecstasy
& on the horizon,
I spied granite-tipped peaks
rising & falling
to the succulent-motion
of my tender tongue.

I inhaled her
delicious-fragrance
smothered in
her pretty flower.

And arching,
she released
a cascade &
spoke to me
in tongues.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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