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Apr 2014
O, I love it when we play
our little game,
the one where I arrest you,
when you place your hands
against the wall,
have your legs spread
& I frisk you
playing cop.
It's so exciting
when you resist my arrest,
then after
a gentle cavity search
you beg me not to stop.

O, I can't wait to play
our doctor game next,
the one where you
lie on your back naked,
fully disrobed
& I slowly probe you
on the table,
give you
a complete physical
with my hardened-instrument.

O, you're such a good sport,
I can't wait to play,
the games we play!
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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