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Jul 2014
There was something
incredible
about her skin.
It actually glittered,
a luminescent glow,
twinkled like mica.
Tiny beads of light
ran down her thighs,
tracing her curves
in the headlights.
And she did not fight me,
she pushed her lace aside
and at once,
I was hiding
deep inside
another dimension
of her.
That's the way
it's done
down here
on the strip,
such sweet fun.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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