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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527804" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Sexuality</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even her mother <br>never knew </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how much <br>sexuality boiled </div><div style="margin:10px 0">beneath the surface <br>how much </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she thought of it <br>when sitting down </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in some cafe <br>watching men </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at some nearby table <br>fantasizing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">about them <br>dreaming about </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what they might do <br>if she allowed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or while sitting <br>at the office typing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her mind on things <br>which’d make </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her mother blush <br>the mighty rush </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of images <br>and desires </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and old Mr Fleet <br>talking to her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">about some work <br>not knowing that fires </div><div style="margin:10px 0">burned beneath <br>her flesh and skirt </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that she made love <br>to herself </div><div style="margin:10px 0">while in bed <br>while others slept </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and even Kennedy <br>the office ram </div><div style="margin:10px 0">would have choked <br>on things she did </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in dreams or wrote <br>in her locked up diary </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and once <br>when some girlfriend </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of her brother’s <br>stayed the night </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and shared her room <br>and bed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she fantasised <br>of touching </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and turning over <br>and kissing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">all in the mind <br>she told herself </div><div style="margin:10px 0">just one of those things <br>and even later </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when she finally married <br>and lay beside him </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at night having <br>sucked him dry </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she’d stared <br>out the window </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the silver moon <br>in the dark sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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how much 
sexuality boiled 

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she thought of it 
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in some cafe 
watching men 

at some nearby table 
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