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Aug 2014
She lay in rapture,
panting.
A coy
dreamy,
satisfied smile
painted her lips,
her tips were granite.
A sheen of salinity coated her body
like fine Welsh silver flake
& I licked every crevice
of her shapely form,
coaxed every delicious flavor
I could find,
listening to her screaming
& aching for more.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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