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Aug 2014
The shower is a wonderful place
to dream,
to play make believe,
to relive the moment.

You can shut yourself in,
adjust the cascade of hot water
& get lost in sensuous thoughts
privately.

Singing &
shouting at will,
you build
to an explosive crescendo
imagining your sweet lover
hovering over you.

And soon,
under a rushing waterfall,
she receives your warm love
spasmodically
against the white-tiled wall
as you call her pretty name.

O, What a crying shame,
she's not here
to catch
my falling star!
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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