<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bitterness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fires in her eyes tonight<br>Call forth the thought that they invite, <br>Though I remember, long ago<br>My absence seemed more apropos.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The smile that lingers on her lips<br>Says more than many verbal slips -<br>The time when it was somewhat grim<br>Is in the past and rather dim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She flayed me once, no, more than twice<br>She flayed me both with flames and ice<br>And once again, ironically, <br>She primes me for catastrophe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those curious, nearby, just watch<br>Her try to cut a deeper notch.<br>But even they don't seem to know<br>The depths to which she'd really go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon my face a smile appears<br>Which hides my thoughts and paints my sneers, <br>For now I too have learned the rules<br>From her - she was the best of schools.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because I'm acting somewhat cool, <br>Thus pouring on her fires, fuel, <br>She burns and yearns and wants me more<br>Than when I was her cuspidor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She doesn't know I'm not the same, <br>And plans to play her practiced game.<br>But when her teardrops start to swell, <br>Will she be proud she taught me well? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The others leave, I stay behind<br>(They all know what she has in mind) <br>And take her in my arms once more<br>Then slip her past the bedroom door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She whispers secrets in my ear, <br>As I once did (she didn't hear): <br>I listen with a mirthless smile<br>While thinking of a desert isle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night is passed, her trusting grows, <br>I part before the morning glows.<br>Aroused, she'll seek a waking thrill<br>But find instead a dollar bill...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+O%27Leary">Terry O'Leary</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=528137" data-title="Bitterness de Terry O'Leary" data-description="The fires in her eyes tonight Call forth the thought that they invite, Though I remember, long ago My absence seemed more apropos. The smile that lingers on her lips Says more than many verbal slips - The time when it was somewhat grim Is in the..."></div> </div> </div>

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