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Sep 2014
You make me feel superhuman Darling.
From my head in the clouds,
way down to my toes on the ground,
you know what makes me tick.
And when you allow me the pleasure
to be on top,
I get weak,
succumb deep inside,
deep inside
your sweet kryptonite-body.
O Please,
though I'm weakened,
don't stop!
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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