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Mar 2014
Gripping and clutching my pillow
in sensuous rhythm,
I pound my hips into
a mountain of crumpled sheets.

Believing in the wizardry of magic,
I imagine your own tormented sleep,
desiring me with open arms
while facing the ceiling &
humming a delicious tune.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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