<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spiked Prize</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain started with a thunderous racket, <br>heavily the downpour was hitting my head, <br>and you were late; I, in my bombers jacket, <br>was waiting anxiously, your spikes tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there! You appeared stumbling in grace<br>- this beautiful maid, rain avoids to wet, <br>I smile, you smile, approaching in lace, <br>and I admire your acrobatic walking fret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a dream! You approach smiling in rain<br>I smile! This historical moment to enjoy, <br>my rained feelings tangle in your wet mane, <br>these high heels make you the Helen of Troy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I aptly run, on top the shoreline's quay, <br>lightnings strike around me, of Zeus wrath, <br>I vigorously extend my rendezvous bouquet<br>to you who smiles rainy, stumbling on path.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lightning falls on my bouquet, burns my roses, <br>another strikes mercilessly on my belt buckle, <br>a third makes me yelp and jump on my toes, <br>the last hits my 'propriety' and you chuckle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it a Gods synergy, for I appeared foolish, <br>burned - flash stricken in front of your eyes, <br>your tallest spiked heels seemed so prudish, <br>as trillions of electrons crossed my manly prize.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400902" data-title="Spiked Prize de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="The rain started with a thunderous racket, heavily the downpour was hitting my head, and you were late; I, in my bombers jacket, was waiting anxiously, your spikes tread. And there! You appeared stumbling in grace - this beautiful maid, rain a..."></div> </div> </div>

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