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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Walk Through Kale.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walking through a field of kale <br>Jane in front and you following behind <br>brushing on your hands over </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the dew damp leaves <br>breathing in the morning air <br>she looking around </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in case the farmer <br>or one of his farmhands <br>sees you wander </div><div style="margin:10px 0">through the tall kale <br>you notice she has a slight wiggle <br>as she walks ahead </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not intentional <br>not like some of the girls at school <br>you put on the wiggling hips </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to attract the boy's searching eyes <br>it's just a natural movement <br>and you watch and take in </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the decisive tread she makes <br>maybe in fear of mouse <br>or just cautious of doing damage </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to the kale's green stems <br>then she pauses and turns around <br>facing you and says </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come here sometimes <br>and sit amongst the kale <br>just to be alone and away </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the pressures <br>and eyes of others <br>you nod and say </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it gets like that sometimes <br>and as you speak <br>your eyes move over her face </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and at her eyes <br>and the way her hair <br>is neatly brushed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and her lips parted slightly <br>as if about to speak <br>mother warmed me of boys </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she says looking over your shoulder <br>at the farm beyond <br>she says they're not to be trusted </div><div style="margin:10px 0">then she pauses <br>and looks you in the eyes <br>and oh you mutter inwardly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the way she looks <br>the way her eyes <br>move over me like an artist's brush </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you sense <br>a kiss waiting to happen <br>lips paused to press </div><div style="margin:10px 0">tongues ready to explore <br>each other's orifice <br>warm and wet </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but nothing happens <br>and you both walk on <br>through the dew damp kale </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hoping for another time<br>another fresh dawn <br>another sexier now.</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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Jane in front and you following behind 
brushing on your hands over 

the dew damp leaves 
breathing in the morning air 
she looking around 

in case the farmer 
or one of his farmhands 
sees you wander 

through t..."></div>
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