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The Pull of Passion

Attracted to his accent and his lean physique, he followed her home when they met on that street. She didn't know his name but it didn't really matter. Those large brown eyes couldn't look any sadder. He spoke in short calculated phrases. Their warm bodies meshed in the dance of the ages.. There are times when words aren't really needed when the pull of passion is so heated..

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Daniel Turner

Date: 4/13/2023 5:37:00 PM

I wouldn't know:) One of those poems that make the heartbeat quicken just a bit, Nancy.

Elizabeth Mccann

Date: 4/13/2023 3:00:00 PM

So wise! Pheromones are still king. Elizabeth

Nancy Kaufman
Date: 4/13/2023 3:10:00 PM

I was reminiscing about my first husband who was Croation so many moons ago. I met him in New York City and he had just been sponsored here from the Catholic Church. He was supposed to be going into the priesthood but obviously didn't. I appreciate your timely comments and wish you well Ms. McCann.