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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491488" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Oh!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We met as two consenting adults in some <br>Busy, crowded malls, and we offered our true names, <br>We like each other, we love the way we talk <br>It was easy, we are two consenting adults and we <br>Met again somewhere, not in the crowded mall <br>Not in the busy street, not in the church to pray, <br>We are lovers, we are two consenting adults, <br>We are the new lovers, and we know what is the <br>Secrecy of love its sanctity when we as consenting adults <br>Met again, and we are naked, <br>We have embraced ourselves as truths not as lies <br>In the open <br>In our openness, we swallowed ourselves in utter openness <br>We welcome what happened <br>We said it was wonderful we want to meet again and feel <br>So wonderful <br>We have the will, we have the free will, we are free </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then you said something while you were alone and distant <br>Yes it was wonderful but it was when I lost my senses, <br>You chided me, you were lost when we did something wonderful <br>And you said it was something dirty, you have indulged in the <br>Arms of the wrong person, in the wrong hours, in the wrong places, <br>You even vomited what wonderful was it that was swallowed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By you as a consenting adult, and I as a consenting adult <br>I thought it is wonderful and I always <br>Think it is wonderful, I do not know what dirty is <br>I was not raised in dirt, I do not know dirt, I am not dirty </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days and days, you reflected upon its wonder, the wonder of what we did and you call me back, you emailed, you texted </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You like to meet me again in some crowded malls, in some busy streets we start all over again to trace the maze of amazement again <br>You offer your true name again, your senses in full you smile <br>You are a traffic sign blinking the green for go again </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wrong person is here, he is now lost in his senses too, <br>You called the wrong number, you emailed the wrong mails, <br>You texted the wrong number, you will be calling the wrong person </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That wrong person has gone away, he is the wrong person to your <br>Thousand eyes and he has no more reason left to stay. He cannot wait for you, the malls are crowded, the streets are busy, and the door of <br>The house is now closed. And he is now the traffic sign which blinks <br>The red for stop. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no one to be blamed, It is our upbringing that brings </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the end.</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>
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Busy, crowded malls, and we offered our true names, 
We like each other, we love the way we talk 
It was easy, we are two consenting adults and we 
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