<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489827" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO Kiss it, and hug it, and touch it, <br>To stare at it, to slide my hands beneath it, <br>To make my lips touch it, and to rub my body against it, <br>To bring it to life with me, to undress it and caress it, <br>To kiss its all body with my tongue <br>To be above it at its center <br>Of its being, <br>To sleep with it and wake with it <br>After a night of love, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be crazy with it, <br>To dance with it, and be with it, and leave all that I have <br>Because, all because of it, <br>To destroy family ties, and make enemies of all people <br>Because of it, <br>Because it is wholeheartedly delicious <br>Because I can be free <br>Because my whole being likes to be with it, <br>Because I am in love with it, <br>Because I can be whole <br>Because I can be complete <br>Simply because </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am not me today <br>I am <br>I am still going to be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT. <br>Just it, it cannot love me in return, <br>It just laughs <br>And cannot understand, <br>It is just it, <br>And it calls me simply <br>Not even with my name, <br>That I can die for it, <br>It <br>Simply calls me <br>IT. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s crazy, I know <br>But tell me what I can really do about <br>IT. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT IS NOTHING.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=489827" data-title="It de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="TO Kiss it, and hug it, and touch it, To stare at it, to slide my hands beneath it, To make my lips touch it, and to rub my body against it, To bring it to life with me, to undress it and caress it, To kiss its all body with my tongue To be a..."></div> </div> </div>

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