Mephistophelian – Word of the Day
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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.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
parallax 
ah a man and his fantasies, very well expressed!
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😉
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ah the sweet hell we are all drawn to once in our lifetime. The seduction well portrayed.
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Thank you so much Megha
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Your work is “deliciously” restrained.
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Yes, quite deliberate – I believe that less is more, if that makes any sense.
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Absolutely!
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And thank you 🙂
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Seduction and pain! Well written!
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Many thanks Gerhard
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Very sweetly penned 💕💕👍
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Thank you so much Nidhi
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks
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A pleasure to share your words with followers, Paul!
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Intoxicating.
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Ah, I’m so glad, and thank you.
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Wow this one is amazing xx
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Thank you so much
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Surrender. 😎
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Yes indeed, and thank you 🙂
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