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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366096" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Did I Make the Maidens Blush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did I make the maidens blush? <br>Discretion guides me and says, &quot;Hush&quot;; <br>That I am still a man of lust<br>Time coyly chides me, &quot;What's your rush? &quot;<br>Speak not of what goes on in bed<br>That's a subject best left unsaid, <br>For in that place all truths revealed, <br>The naked heart can't be concealed; <br>That female asks what is your pleasure<br>The male responds with signs of measure; <br>The generous and kind of heart<br>Will laugh and play the mothers part, <br>And enjoy the naked look of him<br>And satisfy his every whim; <br>But should her heart be cold, constricted, <br>He will find himself restricted; <br>Certain regions out of bounds, <br>The sheets drawn up with hissing sounds; <br>Beneath her blanket squats a neurotic<br>Confused by what he calls erotic; <br>Fears aroused, (note: not his penis) <br>She shows him fat not found on Venus.<br>Inadequate and stilled by fright, <br>Romance now girded, out of sight; <br>Disgruntled in the coming dawn<br>Hope escapes across the lawn; <br>The one with whom he would have lain<br>Runs off angry full of blame.<br>All true lovers should surely know: <br>Beware the Maiden who fidgets so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+McLansky">David McLansky</a><div class=q>
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Discretion guides me and says, &quot;Hush&quot;; 
That I am still a man of lust
Time coyly chides me, &quot;What's your rush? &quot;
Speak not of what goes on in bed
That's a subject best left unsaid, 
For in that pl..."></div>
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