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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448607" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Young Girl Twenties</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;It's not love, &quot;<br>I said<br>&quot;it's my Young Girl<br>caught in the glare of his attentions<br>basking, unable to look away, <br>held in the Grip of his Intensities<br>He's my Adventure<br>something which crashes into my need <br>to experience<br>beyond thought and feeling<br>larger than even<br>rationality.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Have you asked him about his feelings&quot;<br>she said, &quot;about you? &quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I asked him&quot; she said<br>&quot;he didn't answer<br>couldn't articulate<br>Shrugging the Shrug<br>of the Twenty Something; <br>a Muted Muttering<br>about wanting to feel everything about me<br>push me to some limit<br>of my needs, my sexuality<br>my love, my fears<br>and I was a Faberge Egg<br>wanting him<br>to do all those things<br>be his accomplice<br>sooner or later to cry diamonds<br>when it is over.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Young girl<br>wants it<br>wants to see if <br>and when<br>how I break<br>rebel or take<br>what he is offering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to lay down with <br>that Danger<br>his Young Boy represents<br>imbibe all<br>its excitements<br>we both taking advantage<br>of Life's Reckless Expediency<br>the coin in trade of someone<br>like me in my twenties<br>choosing<br>each day<br>to stay or walk away<br>from relationships.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Young Girl wants to<br>shed her innocence<br>spectacularly <br>and if I am honest <br>I want the sheer variety<br>to continue on<br>after him<br>to see what is more<br>in the Young Boys<br>I'm yet to encounter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is that crazy<br>wanting to live<br>without caution or regret<br>vulnerable<br>yet still confident<br>of survival? <br>Is that possible? &quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Maybe, &quot; she said<br>'maybe not.'</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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I said
&quot;it's my Young Girl
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basking, unable to look away, 
held in the Grip of his Intensities
He's my Adventure
something which crashes into my need 
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