<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She was simply looking at the bulge of my in between</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanted something else, more than what she really wanted from me. <br>I want a talk, a longer talk, a sleepy talk to while my boring hours <br>Away, <br>And she looks at me differently, her eyes falling in between my legs, <br>Trying to unzip me by her looks, her hands busily slowly sliding in the pockets of my pants, <br>I did not complain, there is no reason, and it would be humiliating her <br>Own kind of simple joys as a woman, <br>She takes the first initiative that is her style, she is not recessive </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She slides her fingers holding my <br>Bulge, respectful of her courageous tenderness, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is heating me, I pretend I am gentle, and I keep on talking <br>About something else, like how I cared for her, when she’s lonely <br>I can be a listener </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s drunk. And she is an honest woman, her fingers gripped <br>Me frankly demanding that I should not talk </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shut up and gave in. She will have no regrets. I gripped her hands <br>And lead it to something she really liked </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is drunk, and I am so forgiving. She will start her dinner and she need not speak </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her mouth is full.</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=492859" data-title="She was simply looking at the bulge of my in between de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="I wanted something else, more than what she really wanted from me. I want a talk, a longer talk, a sleepy talk to while my boring hours Away, And she looks at me differently, her eyes falling in between my legs, Trying to unzip me by her looks..."></div> </div> </div>

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