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Aug 2014
She poured through me
like the rush of a warm desert-wind
& we moved as if
engaged in a fine ballet,
sinless,
dripping
our sweet-sweat
in a cascade.

Our kissing lips
made the most beautiful sounds,
skin slapping skin
& the mutual exchange
of our tasty elixirs
reverberated
off the walls,
off the walls
in a room
we made love.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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