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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"J'aime le chocolat'<br>We over lap in our every day life…<br>And you are not yet my wife…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Tu es ma femme'<br>A derived gratification from daily contact…<br>Not necessarily physical …</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So when I view us, I view your heart…<br>As a prism to see the colors…<br>Of our love/your love…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Remembering the nights when we are together…<br>And hearing the (queef's) …<br>Puts a smile in my heart as well as on my face…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I gently feel that breeze…<br>It put's pep in my step…<br>I can see your mound breathing…<br>An up and down movement…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As I watch you sleeping…<br>Under the sun breaking the dawn into…<br>A glistering of sparkles on your place…<br>Of pleasure…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"j'aime le chocolat"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This is by no means a temporal joy…<br>But a long well knitted union…<br>And the *broom is not far off…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am ready for your permanent garden…<br>And for us to share becoming our own boss…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">*back in the early day couples jump over the broom to marry.</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=whisperkwane+Lamb">whisperkwane Lamb</a></strong></div>

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