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Apr 2014
The walk back from the tequila romp
was arousing,
so surreal.

As we stumbled along
the cobbled-street,
I slipped inside your jeans
& cupped your flowing treasure.

The glow on your face
was certainly the result of the worm.
Everything else was just a dream,
even the dog barking
incessantly
into the cool night.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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