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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sly Regrets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lie on the bed <br>still tingling <br>from that love which penetrates <br>trying to decide if it is satisfaction <br>I feel<br>or slow-crawling humiliation. <br>Has this been my sacrifice, <br>my condemnation? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each time it flows this way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear you in the next room <br>and I am still thinking <br>as you return.<br> <br>I take my smile and put it on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three dates and we seconds ago lay <br>in state; <br>was this the end or a beginning? <br>Unknown at this point. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I need to know <br>but cannot ask. <br>To ask would be to grab <br>the butterfly by the wings <br>and hope they don't break. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look to you for clues; <br>your eyes, <br>but they are only staring blanks. <br>'You ok? You say. <br>My answer is mute. <br>My question un-askable. <br>You say again 'Are you ok. You look <br>a little pensive.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Other times I would have left <br>and placed my cell phone <br>on vibrate <br>close to my heart; <br>wait the next few days <br>for you to call. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would tell myself how silly <br>to bathe in this anxiety <br>to shower it away with <br>work and business. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I know <br>it will be different with you. <br>I can't bear the risk <br>of hiding my thoughts; <br>to get dressed, <br>walk away and wait. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are watching me. <br>I’m nervous; <br>sensing you are sensing <br>something is up with me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear your thoughts <br>ranging from fear, <br>to doubting your own performance; <br>to wondering if <br>I will raise the commitment flag <br>and hint that having sex <br>now required <br>some payment <br>in emotional coin; <br>or if you'll perceive <br>sly attacking regrets from me.<br> <br>We both sit <br>side by side on the bed <br>each now <br>swirling away to interior places <br>where we consult Inner Fears <br>which tell us precisely <br>if and how much <br>we each are worth <br>this night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An eternity. <br>That is how silences feel- <br>and this ones go on, <br>unbearably. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No words; <br>but then <br>a touching hand: <br>small thing; <br>but given and <br>gratefully received; <br>small wonderment <br>where trembling touch <br>between relative strangers <br>now sharing finger-tipped intimacy <br>greater than bedroom sex brings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a gentle brush of a kiss <br>not the great Passionate One; <br>It was quiet and sweet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But one question answered <br>this time: <br>all that's left <br>is for us <br>is to arrange <br>next time to meet: <br>and we did.</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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still tingling 
from that love which penetrates 
trying to decide if it is satisfaction 
I feel
or slow-crawling humiliation. 
Has this been my sacrifice, 
my condemnation? 

Each time it flows this way. 

I hear you in the next ..."></div>
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