Sweet Hell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Sweet Hell

I catch my breath,
though everyone else seems oblivious
that the air is acrid,
the night charged
swirling and dangerous.
I pray you won’t notice me,
and I would make some other pact
to sell my soul, because
if you look up,
I am gone, done for, bedevilled,
And if you smile that deliciously wicked smile
of promise I could never resist,
I’ll have no escape,
and the kind of sweet hell I dream of,
ache for,
will possess me once again.

ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon





Filed under Free Verse, love, poem

21 responses to “Sweet Hell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. ah a man and his fantasies, very well expressed!

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  2. ah the sweet hell we are all drawn to once in our lifetime. The seduction well portrayed.

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  3. Your work is “deliciously” restrained.

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  4. Seduction and pain! Well written!

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  5. Very sweetly penned ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ‘

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  6. lync56

    Wow this one is amazing xx


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