<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>French, The Language Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">French, the Language of Love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darling, speak French to me when we make love, wicked words <br>I don’t understand, but have a whispering meaning of delight.<br>I stand before you with salutial erection, a soldier of love ready <br>to sacrifice myself for your subterranean pleasure.<br> Your wishes have to be expressed in French or the steed’s chase<br> will not react with proper force, It will think it’s time to go back <br>into the stable, hanging about, wondering what went wrong.<br>At the subway in Paris I was in the way of a woman who wanted <br>to exit, she swore at me, thinking it were words of love, I kissed <br>her and was arrested. But released, though when they understood <br>I was a foreigner, lost in the baffling ways of the French idiom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</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=473657" data-title="French, The Language Of Love de Oskar Hansen" data-description="French, the Language of Love. Darling, speak French to me when we make love, wicked words I don’t understand, but have a whispering meaning of delight. I stand before you with salutial erection, a soldier of love ready to sacrifice myself fo..."></div> </div> </div>

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