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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Could Have Been Eden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me tell you something that I remember<br>from so long ago<br>but it seems like only yesterday to me<br>and is still fresh in my memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dusty sand track meandering<br>past a hillock and a great oak tree <br>and in the early morning ripe lying like snow<br>and a spring flowing with clear sweet water, <br>the freshest that I have ever tasted, <br>the sun glowing as a huge orange ball<br>the sky bright blue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you swimming in the stream<br>totally naked without concern<br>as if it was the most natural thing<br>and that winter could have been spring<br>and I couldn’t stop looking at your body, <br>your big breast and aroused nipples<br>while I was feeling perverse, wicked<br>and you smiled at me gently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How old had we been? <br>A boy of thirteen, but grown to full size<br>and a girl of sixteen with the body of a woman<br>and you were the most beautiful<br>delightful being that I had ever seen<br>and on that first meeting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">totally nude you led me by the hand<br>to the barn, to the haystack<br>that we used as a bed<br>where you laid with me, <br>laid on your back<br>learnt me the pleasures of your body</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the taste of your lips, <br>the touch of your fingertips<br>I remember, but much more<br>the sheer rapture<br>of making love to you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then suddenly, unexpectedly <br>the angel with the flaming lantern<br>and weapon in the other hand<br>stood in the barn door<br>which led almost to our capture</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and while he was looking, <br>trying to see if anything<br>had crept into the barn<br>we lay totally motionless<br>and you demanded another kiss<br>and when he walked out<br>you were aflame with even more passion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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from so long ago
but it seems like only yesterday to me
and is still fresh in my memory.

A dusty sand track meandering
past a hillock and a great oak tree 
and in the early morning ripe lying like snow
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