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Heated undulations,
rapture,
thrill,
to the precipice we raced,
and as we collapsed
in the aftermath,
we held together,
fused,
reluctant to return
to our former selves,
not wanting to be found
less than this moment.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Aaaaah sigh!
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Lovely, thank you for that.
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Gorgeous poem and your sensuous writing. Bravo.
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Very kind Megha, thank you.
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Beautiful poem.<3
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Thank you so much Laleh.
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My pleasure ❤️
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Steamy
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🙂
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The whole concept is beautifully conveyed, but this part really gets it for me
“in the aftermath,
we held together,
fused,”
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Thank you so much for sharing that, I really appreciate that it had an affect.
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You are very welcome!
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Beautiful!❤
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Thank you so much Richa 🙂
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Sighs …
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Ah, yes, and thank you 🙂
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My pleasure Paul. 😊
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Wow!
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Thank you Dawn 🙂
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Thank you, for sharing! Pretty awesome, I thought.
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🙂
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ah… love… ❤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks
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Love sharing your words, Paul!!
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🙂
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Many thanks for that.
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