
“Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.” Alexander Pushkin
Hungering Day's hours slowed to soft sand and she marked the moments of deep longing for sunset by the cool, summer shoreline, breakers crashing the encrusted rocks, punctuated by the scree of grey gulls, she turned to him again, hungering, greedy for the waves to wash over her and carry her to the crest of ecstasy. Β©Paul Vincent Cannon
Waves of ecstasy – now there is something to aspire to.
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I think I remember those . . .
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Lol. That’s what I was thinking too….
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Glad it’s not just me . . .
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Very kind, thank you Chuck for the generous reblogs you do π
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
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This is beautiful..
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Thank you so much.
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Breathtaking…
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Chris, much appreciated, thank you.
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Well… Ecstasy she may feel as this is za Month of love she needs some loving
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She does indeed.
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Wow hot poem
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