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Wanting
Your breath kisses me before our lips delight,
the softest kiss of all,
and your eyes speak the mystery of wanting,
a celestial language of ascent
that needs no words,
only the pulse of desire,
rising,
longing.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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This is so beautiful, & desirous. Well penned
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Many thanks OJ, much appreciated.
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You’re welcome
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That’s just how it is Paul… beautifully captured…
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Thank you so much Juliette.
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Lovely 💕
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Both the poetry & the Photograph are wonderful.Now I am in Romantic mood.
Thanks you so much PVCANN
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Great, nothing like romance
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chucks and I thought you didn’t care ….
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Yup. That caress of someone’s breath is purely sensuous.
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Ah, yes indeed, thank you for noticing Paul
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Whoa! What an exquisite and romantic portrayal of the instant before kissing!! So sensuous!!! Beautifully penned, Paul! You may enjoy my “Her Eyes” and the quotes at the end, if you haven’t read it yet. It’s an older post!
Thanks so much for sharing this!!!
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Many thanks – and yes I must venture to your recommendation – thank you
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks
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Poetry at its best
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Thank you for the lovely compliment
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