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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She Is No Longer Innocent About The Ways Of The World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you think she is as fragile as a thin glass of cherry wine<br>that when you touch the tip with your finger<br>she blushes and the glass gets warmer with your thumb<br>its bottom at the mercy of your palm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you like to think that she is a flower blooming on the month of May<br>where the dews are as careful as the sap of the red melon<br>nothing that stains the skin and dirties the white linen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then you discover a lot of things <br>first, the way she uses the pillow putting it just bellow her buttocks<br>then the way she calls your name like the hush of the break of day's breeze<br>from the distant sea<br>mournful and yet so awakening to your senses<br>the way she puts her legs and spreads her arms to hold your body<br>she is like the full moon peeping over the window that you open<br>you let her in and she sleeps like a fantasy dream on your bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">every sense of you wakes up like there is a fire in the house<br>adrenalin rushes inside your thighs<br>you are undressed and in the naked truth you come to her<br>something unspeakable <br>unfathomed<br>giving you the freedom to plunge in the paradise <br>long denied by them for you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you found the map to her labyrinth of pleasure<br>and once there<br>you do not want to leave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is your home<br>your niche where your hands thrive like the needles of grass<br>where you mind glows like the stars<br>alive and singing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is pleasure immeasurable<br>her lips her breasts her arms her abdomen her eyes<br>her hands gripping your hands<br>her feet entwined like the vine to the pillar of your house<br>her soft voice her moans </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the cock is crowing and by all means say hello to a very<br>nice morning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a new day to the first day of your life.</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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