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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Is It All About</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn't sleep one night and, <br>hoping you'd be awake, <br>poked, and waited, <br>then found your photograph, <br>you'll know which one, <br>and, yearning for you, <br>traced its soft lines<br>with the finger of the mouse.<br>Traced your softly rounded breasts, <br>their pointed nipples. <br>Traced your torso beneath that succulence, <br>and then followed the gentle swell of your belly<br>to where I paused<br>and pondered on, wondered at, <br>what we have, <br>you and I. <br>What we have that some believe is everything.<br>That others, laughing, say is not.<br>As an ordinary man, I <br>had never much considered this.<br>But now, knowing you <br>and feeling less ordinary, <br>it seems to me that this, <br>this ordinary happening, <br>has given to me most, <br>perhaps all, <br>of that which I always assumed might come<br>with money and achievement<br>and would complete me.<br>Pleasure, joy and laughter.<br>Lust and passion and pain <br>that ‘hurts so good'.<br>But, also, offering and taking, <br>fulfilling, failing, forgiving.<br>Sharing and caring, and baring<br>all that we really are.<br>Loving.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Red+O%27Mara">Red O'Mara</a></strong></div>