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Apr 2014
Your flowery must
hung sweetly
in the air around us,
it was wonderful.

You, lying in repose
& spreading yourself,
you told me,
whispered,
what you liked
& me,
like warm butter,
obliged,
smeared myself
all over you,
in between
your crust.

And only
Heaven knows,
you were my
delicious toast.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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   ---, Petal pie and svdgrl
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