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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Good Beginning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She did not speak of it but I knew<br>the words she'd say if she could; <br>it was in the way she moved<br>body movements which showed anticipation mixed with a fear of disappointment and perhaps even failure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was as if she had grown weary of watching Hope Float<br>only to see it descend into Sorrows Nest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the thing most<br>women dare not speak of<br>not ask for<br>yet pray for<br>but I knew<br>I knew<br>the signs; <br>the wavering<br>in the body heart<br>the body which <br>had not<br>known full fulfillment<br>and longed for it<br>craved it, <br>wondering what was wrong with her<br>hoping this our marriage night would herald<br>it's arrival<br>in her loins<br>if it did not happen she have to retreat<br>once more into <br>that disappointment<br>which sometimes whispered; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What is wrong with me<br>why can't I give<br>or be sparked<br>to that last<br>mile, <br>beyond that<br>last trembling<br>which the other girls spoke of? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was in this her maiden voyage still<br>unsure, if she ever had<br>or had not<br>so vague it's definition<br>and books often<br>lacked the pages<br>which described her experience.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So she looked to me<br>to maybe, maybe<br>push things along<br>that way<br>just a little; <br>if not<br>then it would sad eyes again <br>for her<br>and I <br>I would know<br>and my knowing<br>would by yet another hurdle<br>uncrossed, unrealized.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So it was that marriage night <br>her<br>first experience at 29<br>and I 30<br>with my own version of virginity<br>not having known<br>true love<br>and hoping it would happen<br>with her that night<br>such that we two<br>slow-talked our way<br>into it<br>side by side<br>uncertain<br>with an uncertain<br>child like groping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But much, much later<br>we both were able<br>laying side by side<br>enveloped in that certain bliss.<br>for the very first time, <br>she hers<br>and I mine<br>the two of us<br>complimented<br>off to<br>a very very<br>good beginning<br>on our marriage bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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