
“I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.” A.S. Byatt
I Am Prepared Erotic juxtaposition not-with-standing, passion is simply the agony of suffering, yet, as beautiful in its exposition as any understanding of pain or lack of joy, I moth-like draw close to your fame, an ending I am prepared to risk, and I whisper to myself, I really don't care for the risk, I want to be hurt by you. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Hey, Paul, remember this buffoonery?
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O, I had forgotten, but yes (now) I remember, ha!
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What a couple of buffoons we are! 🤣
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I wouldn’t have it any other way, lol
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I’m with you!
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O good, together we conquer.
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Much more enjoyable that way!
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Absolutely
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☺️
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Ooh la la! I think sometimes going back into that “second teenagehood” is the only way to go. Turning into a piece of charcoal for nothing doesn’t hardly seem fair.
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I’m with there Lisa, and no hardly fair …
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I see what you mean:
>>I moth-like draw close to your f(l)ame,<<
I like it. Thanks. Xoxo
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Thank so much Selma 🙂
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Beautiful
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🙂
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Thank you
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