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Hold Me, Now

I don’t want your honeyed moon-kissed touch; not now or even tomorrow... fondling the skin of your dusk melts me and I’d fall... but these arms plead; hold them right now, dazed! Kim Merryman's Contest Shall We Waltz? 6/14/2015

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Date: 6/21/2015 10:44:00 PM
Enjoyed this very much, Nette! Are you a pisces this life?
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Date: 6/19/2015 3:08:00 PM
Lovely written, good luck with the contest, Thanks for your kind comments On my poem eleven, was amazing and is always something to me every fathers day
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Date: 6/18/2015 5:53:00 PM
Congrats Nette, enjoyed this as always. :)
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Date: 6/18/2015 1:05:00 PM
Nette, Congratulations on your win. Love **SKAT**
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Date: 6/18/2015 12:35:00 AM
Nette, congrats on your win:) Alexis
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Date: 6/17/2015 11:55:00 PM
Love the sense of urgency you finessed into this write. Congratulations on the contest.
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Date: 6/17/2015 11:30:00 PM
I enjoy seeing what you came up with. Love the part: the skin of your dusk melts me...Congrats on the winners' list, Nette.
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Date: 6/17/2015 9:10:00 PM
Nette, congrats on your placement in my contest! Great sensual tug of war pictured here. Well done! Love, Kim
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Date: 6/17/2015 10:36:00 AM
And this is a dazzling poem my dear friend, Nette! I extremely love it and enjoyed the read. If this is for a contest, I'm sure it will do well.Thank you so much! Thank you so much as well for trying to answer my calls last time but I think it was wrong timing. So sorry for disturbing you and if I didn't hear you well. Maybe it's because I was inside my C room. Was tryin to tx back but ran out of load. I'll try again next time. TYSM. God bless! love lots and big hug, Leonora
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Date: 6/15/2015 2:58:00 PM
Oh what a waltz! mm, nice ;)
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Date: 6/15/2015 12:04:00 PM
Wonderful insight and imagery! Your word play 'holds true! Glad I visited....didee
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Date: 6/15/2015 6:57:00 AM
I'm 'dazed' by this poem because it-it-well you know it-it's HOT in here (wonder why) and my air condition's running full blast too (Maybe it's low on Freon?) I think you got another winner here my friend - Tim
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Date: 6/14/2015 10:17:00 PM
The first time I read this, I was a slightly confused, then I realized, I am a man, you are a woman, and it all made sense!!!! :)
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Date: 6/14/2015 9:49:00 AM
Good write, a 7 good luck in the contest. Hugs dear friend eve
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Date: 6/14/2015 8:51:00 AM
Hold on to your poetry Nette i do,,,helps get me through my day...
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Date: 6/14/2015 1:09:00 AM
Goodness, the push-and-pull scheme of a woman fires this enticing poem up. What else have you got under your sleeves, Nette, aside from "not now; right now." Watch out, it's gonna be raining men!
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Date: 6/13/2015 9:43:00 PM
Powerful, passionate, pulsating . . . love it! Nothing but the best from you . . . that is why you are one of my favs!! Loved the boldness !!
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Date: 6/13/2015 8:48:00 PM
......sometimes there's no fighting it. Love how you give in. Hugs, SuZ
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Date: 6/13/2015 7:41:00 PM
Well, when you say it like that, you slay it like that, your romance must be where it is at.. A7 and great write! Some guy must be a lucky man indeed.
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Date: 6/13/2015 6:01:00 PM
This one brought a smile to my lips.
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Date: 6/13/2015 4:52:00 PM
The slow surrendering to sweet desire is brilliantly highlighted in your poem. Is there a 7 plus?
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Date: 6/13/2015 4:03:00 PM
Enjoyed reading your dazed feelings work..I am glad that I chose this one today..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
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Date: 6/13/2015 1:24:00 PM
Nette...that is amazing...but then ..you are amazing...thank you
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