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Jun 2014
I would lick the crevice
of her spine,
from the pool
in the small of her back,
slowly up
between her blades
onto her slender neck
& all the while
teasing her
with my
gentle handiwork,
until she begs me
never
to stop.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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