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Aug 2014
I hear dead silence
in this empty room of mine
& I'm craving those sloshy sounds.

They're the finest sounds I know
next to her heavy breathing,
skin slapping mine
& tender screaming.

Whoops,
I must be dreaming
about her again,
what a mess.

She's so fine.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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   --- and Dhaye Margaux
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