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“Licence my roving hands, and let them go before, behind, between, above, below.” . John Donne
Of nape and lips
lobes and lids,
a drift of hair,
a flex of sinew,
to draw the same breath
finding that ancient rhythm,
and hand to the rise
describing the cleft and valley
places too dally,
a mind etched,
longing invoked,
an excursion I will take again.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Beautiful Paul!🙏❤️
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Many thanks 🙂
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Well done, Paul! Hope you have a beautiful weekend! Wish you a wonderful start into the new week. Michael
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Starting just now, we’re ahead of you, looks okay this week.
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:-))
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Like making love with a Ferengi, as they love getting their earlobes rubbed.
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wandering hands and an erotic excursion – very nice response to the prompt
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Oh wow…steamy.
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Thank you very much. 🙂
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Very welcome 🙂
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Tantalizing 😳 !!! Wonderful!!!
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🙂 thanks for that.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you charles 🙂
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Always happy sharing your posts, Paul!!
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Like the image, your words swirl and swoop, dance on the page. You do this so well.
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Thank you, very kind.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Beautifully sensual
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🙂
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