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 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
I've gained ten pounds
in the past thirty minutes
just watching the tube.
Pizza Hut, Taco Bell,
Denny's, Burger King,
Wendy's, Chick-Fil-A
& Coca Cola have
fattened me up
clairvoyantly.
My appetite is raging,
gonna hit the 'fridge
and eat all my leftovers,
consume 2000 more
calories than I need too.
Geez, the power of media!
Just having fun....Actually, I don't eat junk food!
 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
I would trace
all of her contours
with soft-kisses,
gentle-fingertips
would explore
her-finer details,
save the best for last
& not too fast,
she'd feel my thunder
under her
staring at the stars,
somewhere in nirvana.
 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
The purest stranger
in my life
has jolted me
with a million volts
of sheer-excitement.

I crave the electric-feeling
she sends through
my entire body.
I am supercharged
at the very thought
of creating static-friction
with her between the sheets.

I will be her dynamo,
will spin her turbines
like she's never felt before.
She will buzz with radioactivity,
enter another dimension,
scream for more energy
as I split her atoms
with ****-fushion.

There's something
totally magnetic,
extremely attractive  
about starting a new
sensuous-reaction
with a total stranger,
especially her.
 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
I could write an epic novel,
pen volumes of scriptures,
scribe an entire
set of encyclopedias
about her.
She makes
the theory of relativity
look like voodoo science.

And with all those words,
those complex-descriptions
& intricate storylines,
she'd still be a mystery
to the universe.

It's a great thing
I'm such a prolific writer,
I'm going to enjoy
her discovery,
much.
 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
We sat next to the raging fire,
watched the embers spiral up,
smoking and joking,
we drank Mr. Jefferson,
talked ****,
drunken like sailors.

The rabbits were nearby,
caged, waitin' for their dedication
to the survival-gods.
The growling of the big cat
was an eye-opener,
felt rather creepy.
But sometime in
the middle of the night,
there was a visitation.
The long-eared mammals
would not make the
gutting-presentation,
the owls go to them first.

I woke up with cotton-mouth,
thirsty as hell,
studied the print patterns
that circled our camp.
It was a huge panther for sure.
Paul woke up
a spell past noon,
thirsty too.
Who knew
we'd lose our meal
to some flying tigers
& whiskey.
McLain & Kyne, the company responsible for creating and bottling Jefferson's Reserve, believe that bourbon is the true spirit of America. They embrace this philosophy by utilizing indigenous grains (corn, malted barley, and rye) and the clean, crisp limestone water of Kentucky to produce their quality whiskies.

On the nose, Jefferson's Reserve exhibits sweet aromas of peach, vanilla, raisin, and butterscotch. Full-bodied with a smooth, velvety texture, this bourbon displays complex notes of dates, blackberry, and orange complemented by caramel, toffee, and oak. The finish is warm and lingering, with reemerging notes of vanilla and raisin.
 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
Located somewhere
from her nice belly button
to her raised hot buns
 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
We sat comfortably
in thermal pools
inside the clouds.

A swirling humid
white-mist surrounded us
as we snuggled in
the safety of altitude,
felt the earth tremble
a 5.8 on the Richter.

Moments like that
are never recreated,
just written about
to remember their purity.
 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
It’s been a weird day today,
the noon appointment
lasted nearly four hours,
I don’t even remember the return trip.

Ever since I got back to the office,
there’s a constant ringing
in my head,
people seem to be moving
in slow motion,
their eyes look buggy,
I don’t feel right.

And when did I get a
triangular tattoo on my temple?
This is really getting weird,
I’ve heard about such things,
I need to report a possible abduction.
 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
It's what we are,
you are my dandelion,
I am your honeysuckle.
We are two flowers
swirling,
twirling,
dancing,
spreading seeds,
the things that flowers do,
words,
that's what we are.
 Jan 2014 rolanda
Jonny Angel
In her own words,
I imagined how nice
it would be between her & me.

Such a scenario is indeed,
delicious to contemplate.
Soft-sunlight peers in
from under bamboo blinds,
intertwined candles
burn from the previous night,
we do not fight our fiery-intentions.

Her precious body lies under me,
I feel her chest on mine,
grip her sweet lady-hips
fully engaged,
move rhythmic & with gentle care,
melodic.

As she arches her back,
I discover her soul,
release within her,
flow warmth as she shudders,
me growling low,
whispering her name,
she sighs contentment,
holds tighter,
I feel her move.

We collapse enraptured,
kiss, hug, squeeze,
inhale each other,
then continue on to our slumber,
me inside of her still,
both satiated.
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