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Aug 2014
In the dead silence
all I heard
were the sweet smacks
of her delicious
loving,
tender kisses
gliding over my topography.

She was not just good,
she was great,
she knew everything,
I could feel by her movements,
she really cared about me.
The extra time she took
adoring me like she did
& the way she balanced herself,
I knew she would not
fall out of bed
onto
the hardwood floor.

And when she crawled up
on top of me & told me
she was ready,
it blew my mind,
it made me go crazy
right out of my head
removing her silken-teddy.
But I was steady too.
I made sure not to make
any extreme jerky movements,
'cause those floors were hard.
The last thing I wanted to do
was end up in a heap
in the middle
of the nasty hardwood floor.
Just playing around with some humor & sweet imagery.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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