A-spot

I searched for information about the A-spot and I found this:

When highly aroused, the uterus lifts up and exposes a tiny space behind the cervix that a partner can stimulate for deeper, more intense explosive orgasms. The spot is usually hidden and is full of pleasurable nerve endings. To help your partner go the distance, try a position that maximizes penetration, like rear vaginal entry or missionary style with your legs up by your head.
An A-spot orgasm comes from the area deep and on the upper wall of the vagina. A cul de sac orgasm comes from the bottom wall of the vagina, underneath the cervix. Women often report that the A-spot orgasm is better than the G-spot orgasm. I believe all women who experience the cul de sac orgasm or the cervix orgasm declare either one to be beyond compare. Barbara Keesling said concerning the cul de sac O, it’s great for when you have a man without stupendous endurance, because it’s the quickest vaginal O. But the trick is that cervix must be up, so you must have tremendous arousal before penetration.https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-difference-between-a-cul-de-sac-orgasm-and-an-A-spot-orgasm-How-do-they-feel-How-long-does-it-take-to-stimulate-properly

https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/a-spot-vagina-female-pleasure
Though the A-spot usually located 5 to 6 inches inside, shorter penises can reach it too, if the receiving partner’s knees are pulled up to shorten the vagina. As with G-spot stimulation, the penis should be aimed toward the front wall, but inserted extra deep to access the A-spot.

Sex educator and pleasure coach Glamazon Tyomi discovered her A-spot while with a partner. “I began to realize how moist I would become in certain positions when my partner was deep. The increase in wetness would also come with a warm, calming, euphoric feeling across my body, and I noticed that it would happen with deep penetration near my cervix... I knew this wasn't something that was commonly experienced or discussed, so I began to do research.

”Positions that shorten the vagina (legs brought closer to the abdomen or chest) can help penetrating partners find the spot more easily,” Tyomi suggests. “I also recommend 'planking' position as a way to locate the spot easily.”

“Fingers can provide the deliberate pressure and steady rhythm that my A-spot likes... I also find it ridiculously hot on a psychological level when a partner fingerbangs me to orgasm this way. It displays a mastery of my body that I find incredibly hot. Toys with curved ends, like the Abby G, are really good at nestling in there and getting at the A-spot, too.

”Our partners love the feeling of our vaginas becoming wetter and tighter, quivering with pleasure… the slippery texture of the A-spot feels good to rub up against.” “The penetrating partner may have to shift a little to the right or to the left, or even shift their partner's legs to one side or the other to access the spot more easily. Patience is key.”

If you continue to hit the A-spot just right, you’ll get an intense orgasm that lasts about 20 seconds longer than any other one. Cadell says that hitting the A-spot should feel similar to the G-spot, without the need-to-pee sensation.

Bahaullah and Abdul Baha on sex, marriage and divorce.

"He is My true follower who, if he come to a valley of pure gold, will pass straight through it aloof as a cloud, and will neither turn back, nor pause. Such a man is, assuredly, of Me. From his garment the Concourse on high can inhale the fragrance of sanctity.... And if he met the fairest and most comely of women, he would not feel his heart seduced by the least shadow of desire for her beauty. Such an one, indeed, is the creation of spotless chastity"(Baha'u'llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha'u'llah, p. 118)

"Say: O concourse of monks! Enter ye into wedlock, that after you another may arise in your stead. We, verily, have forbidden you lechery, and not that which is conducive to fidelity."
(Baha'u'llah, Epistle to the Son of the Wolf, p. 49)

"Ye are forbidden to commit adultery, sodomy and lechery. Avoid them, O concourse of the faithful. By the righteousness of God! Ye have been called into being to purge the world from the defilement of evil passions. This is what the Lord of all mankind hath enjoined upon you, could ye but perceive it. He who relateth himself to the All-Merciful and committeth satanic deeds, verily he is not of Me. Unto this beareth witness every atom, pebble, tree and fruit, and beyond them this ever-proclaiming, truthful and trustworthy Tongue."

“Ye are forbidden to commit adultery, sodomy and lechery. Avoid them, O concourse of the faithful,” Bahá’u’lláh states.

"It is forbidden you to wed your fathers' wives. We shrink, for very shame, from treating of the subject of boys. Fear ye the Merciful, O peoples of the world! Commit not that which is forbidden you in Our Holy Tablet, and be not of those who rove distractedly in the wilderness of their desires." (Baha'u'llah, The Kitab-i-Aqdas, p. 58)

And when He desired to manifest grace and beneficence to men, and to set the world in order, He revealed observances and created laws; among them He established the law of marriage, made it as a fortress for well-being and salvation, and enjoined it upon us in that which was sent down out of the heaven of sanctity in His Most Holy Book.

God hath prescribed matrimony unto you...Enter into wedlock, O people, that ye may bring forth one who will make mention of Me amid My servants. This is My bidding unto you; hold fast to it as an assistance to yourselves.

Abdu’l-Bahá has stated the following in this regard:

Bahá’í marriage is the commitment of the two parties one to the other, and their mutual attachment of mind and heart. Each must, however, exercise the utmost care to become thoroughly acquainted with the character of the other, that the binding covenant between them may be a tie that will endure forever. Their purpose must be this: to become loving companions and comrades and at one with each other for time and eternity…
The true marriage of Bahá’ís is this, that husband and wife should be united both physically and spiritually, that they may ever improve the spiritual life of each other, and may enjoy everlasting unity throughout all the worlds of God. This is Bahá’í marriage.
In another Tablet, He has written:

O ye two believers in God! The Lord, peerless is He, hath made woman and man to abide with each other in the closest companionship, and to be even as a single soul. They are two helpmates, two intimate friends, who should be concerned about the welfare of each other.
If they live thus, they will pass through this world with perfect contentment, bliss, and peace of heart, and become the object of divine grace and favor in the Kingdom of heaven. But if they do other than this, they will live out their lives in great bitterness, longing at every moment for death, and will be shamefaced in the heavenly realm. Strive, then, to abide, heart and soul, with each other as two doves in the nest, for this is to be blessed in both worlds.

As for the question regarding marriage under the Law of God: First thou must choose one who is pleasing to thee, and then the matter is subject to the consent of father and mother. Before thou make thy choice, they have no right to interfere.

Divorce is, according to the Aqdas, permissible. But it is discouraged. Both the husband and wife have equal right to ask for divorce, and whenever either of them feels it absolutely essential to do so. Divorce becomes valid even if one of the parties refuses to accept it, and after one year of separation, during which period the husband is under the obligation of providing for his wife and children.

Why should you honor your mother and father?

This commandment has always annoyed me, but now I get it. It isn't like I thought; God taking the parents side as if they deserve respect no matter what and more than children does. It is not about children owing their parents something for bringing them into this world or that parents deserve their respect for some other reason, necessary. On the contrary it is about the childrens well-being. If they get angry at their parents their parents may reject them. The result may be the children reject the parents too and no longer have a family for support. 

Family is a major testing ground to see how well we have developed different spiritual qualities. Can we stay true to ourself no matter the criticism? Can we avoid having our pride get in the way? Can we love unconditionally? Can we see our own flaws when we see theirs? Can we avoid taking things personally when they act unkindly? Can we accept that they don't understand us?

When we honor our mother and father we accept what we was, we accept history, we accept the sometimes ugly reality, but we don't identify ourselves with them, because we are the next generation, more mature than they are.

We should honor our mother and father because that will bring peace to our minds. If they neglect us, criticise us when we cry because of it and kick us out when we are angry at them, we better remember they do the best they can. To honor is to forgive them for their shortcomings. We all have them. 

In the book True Christianity by Swedenborg he writes: 306. In the spiritual sense, “to honor father and mother” means to reverence and love God and the church. In this sense, God who is the father of all, is meant by “father” and the church by “mother.” In the heavens little children and the angels know no other father and no other mother, since they are there born anew of the Lord through the church. Therefore the Lord says: Call no man your father on the earth; for one is your Father, who is in the heavens (Matt. 23:9).

Jesus stretched forth his hand towards his disciples, and said, My mother and my brethren are these who hear the Word of God and do it (Matt. 12:48–50; Mark 3:33–35; Luke 8:21; John 19:25–27). 307. In the celestial sense, “father” means our Lord Jesus Christ, and “mother” the communion of saints, which means the Lord’s church spread throughout the whole world. That the Lord is the Father, is evident from the following passages: Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given. His name is God, Mighty, Father of eternity, Prince of peace (Isa. 9:6).https://swedenborg.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/swedenborg_foundation_true_christian_religion_01.pdf

Quotes from the quran about the same commandment:https://www.abuaminaelias.com/honor-your-father-and-mother-in-islam/

Various poems

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I feel divided in two;

A mind with no body to rest upon

and a body that feels very much alone.

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If you want to stand out

you will be exposed

like a drawer from a chest

everyone can look inside

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Children want the sun, but parents give them withered leaves.

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It is hard to accept our illusions

so we get distraught, complain and criticise.

It is good we don't accept them

so don't get upset when others gets upset.

Tell them the reality instead.

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No wonder he looks 

like a monster to you

when you look at him 

as through a magnifying glass.

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Everybody is the same

in different ways.

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The womans wounds

gives blood to the child.

Suffering is the price

for the gift of love.

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How can they be right about you

when their view at you is askew?

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It's a starry sky night.

The houses are lying down,

the trees bends to the ground

I wanne go home to the minute-hand

that calls me in the daytime

while the door is ajar.

I belong here 

where the home whisper on my throat

I only long for a man who can fence it in.

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I'm impatient

because I have waited

an unbearable amount of time

in vain

and don't want do it again.

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If you neglect love
when communicating with another
you make them feel inferior.

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The rain cloud bursted inwards

and put me at the peak of the ocean.

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Sex is everything.

Love is even more.

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I often get depressed into the ground.

Other times upset by the forces in it

and trample on the surface.

It's so tight down there

skin and flesh disappear

and the old water runs out.

Today I was released and could jump

because my skin was there 

to safekeep my heart.

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I curl like withered grass

through a hollow in the ground

to suck ground water.

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Light of life

Life smiles like light

through a womans open mouth

that has chewed over so much 

her teeth are gone.

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My heart can't crush.

It isn't hard.

It is the crust on it that can.

I writhed the heart out of it.

The blood will flow!

Now I can feel the soft flesh.

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I have only a heart to fullfill.

It is filled by love.

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Questions you ask God is like arrows you shoot.

The more precise the phrasing, the straighter it flies.

The more riveted it is, the better the head of it will hit.

The stronger your desire to know the answer is,

the more power the arrow has to hit it.

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The night I walked up the black hill

I pressed myself through my white face

so it cracked and looked like the moon

behind fine offshoots.

Without my face I could see inside 

an offspring shine in the dark.

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Did you cause the beam through my wall

by thinking fondly of me? 

It split my dark thoughtstrip in two.

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If I become small as a sperm cell

I can enter the substance of mother of life.

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The fetus

A glowing lump is growing in me

to a pointy mountain piercing the ice.

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My baby is the feeling 

I get after lovemaking.

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My longing runs out of me

and after you who went away.

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Freedom without boundaries

is just boundaries.

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Justice is right in heaven,

but it's not my right to have at earth. 

I can always choose to be rightous, though.

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I can not withstand

the one I understand.

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When I arise to gladden hearts

the sorrow of the world is under my feet.

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I am taken by what I can not express

because I don't want to know about it.

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The devil abase me so much

I sink down in darkness;

Eternal hell.

He consumes me by full moon

like a beast

so I disappear quickly.

Not able to express myself,

no noble quality.

Just despair.

He fills my body up. It swells

so I can only feel that

and not my essence.

His facial expressions are ghastly

to frighten me the most

and his behaviour so deceitful

I feel I'm full of holes.

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Emptyness is the other side of craving.

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When we are free we can choose

and choose the good.

The unfree can only protest 

against evil or be its slave.

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People are not lazy, but unmotivated.

We are not the body that wants to rest.

We are spirit that wants to fly 

and dance with joy, but are weighed down 

by the physical.

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With a negative focus there is room for nothing.

With a positive one there is room for everything.

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If you search behind the sorrow at night

joy will come to light.

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When you find all the pieces together

you will see everything is alright.

If you can't see that everything that happens is right

it is your attitude that is wrong.

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Do not call me sharp and I will not call you dull.

Even though I can see through bullshit somewhere

doesn't mean I can do it everywhere.

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How can you be mortal

when you can discover

something eternal?

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Our divine yearning is the strongest,

but it is overshadowed by physical desire 

and the vain ego hampers its unfoldment.

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Lust that conquers the will

leads to perdition.

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If I can't show love

I don't bother being here.

Poems about relationships in English and Norwegian

 Mr. Hubris

Cold you called me.

You were my only company, though.

Tore my heart apart and from bone

with the icicles from the stone heart you own.

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Du har et tredelt hjerte.

Delene er sammenføyd

og arrene viser et fredsmerke.

Sett utenfra står det opp-ned,

men ikke ovenfra slik du ser det.

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I light a yellow candle

as if it's our fellow vandal.

I hope he shout as he burns

and dies as I blow it out.

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No understanding.

When I talk

you talk what I say away.

When I open up

you put up a wall.

When I'm optimistic

you're sceptical.

You are no friend of mine.

I'm never gonna tell you what's on my heart again.

Because you don't want to understand.

You want to stand above me.

You never even try.

You never ask my why and how.

You never ask me why I'm shy.

You want to see my body only.

Feel it and put your self in it.

Hide in me as if I'm empty,

so you don't have to see any.

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You're eating me.

Can not forgive,

can not digest,

so you keep on eating.

But I can digest,

I can forgive, so I grow,

while you are weakened,

under the burden of the guilt

you can not get rid of.

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Mr Pretend he is normal

is so unusual.

No insight in any mind,

can not forgive and leave behind.

With no empathy to understand

creepy he cross the line

and act so crazy he blows my mind!

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Min hud er tynn uten fett under

og med kun et tynt lag muskler

går dine stikkende ord pil-rett inn

i organene mine.

Så ja, jeg blir fornærmet.

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Jeg skjærer dypt i papiret

med blyanten

istedenfor å skjære i armen med kniven.

Likevel renner det blod fra halsen

og ned til brystet

hvor de drypper ned på papiret

i hjerteformer.

De treffer dine blinde punkt

som dekker hele arket;

Det rene og feminine.

Du la så en skygge på det.

Ville ha det bort,

men da ble det røde sort.

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You don't get me, but ignore,

so I close the door.

You are no fun

not taking me seriously

and don't value sincerity.

You've always had your door closed

so this is fair.

You have only care for your own despair.

But you keep on pounding

and try to force your self in,

but with only threats and no regrets

you'll burn out like a cigarette.

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A man who can't say sorry

is a lonely man.

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No Body

Your view is important to me

so I become what you think of me 
and melt my body away; 

You see me as nobody.

How can I have matter
when my view don't matter to you?
I try to make you aware 
by appearing more like air.

If you don't see my point then
I hope my bones get edgy enough 

to make a hole through the wall 

you have put up towards me.

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Ikke tro du skjønner hva jeg er

når du ser på skyggebildet

med ryggen mot lyset.

Du ser ikke engang omrisset av min kropp,

kun formen på en tykk, lang jakke.

Om du tror beskyttelse mot kulde

viser mitt sanne jeg

vet du sannelig lite om meg.

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Peter

I created a way to be

on the surface

to be seen.

With you I can just be.

Anyway you'll see.

That calms me.

I'm not used to be

vulnerable with

somebody.

I am used to scream

to be heard

by closed ears.

I don't need to fight with you

who has let yourself

be beaten by love already.

I am defeated

by your heartbeats

within me.

The mask slips away.

Too stiff

to follow the movement.

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Jon

Pisces

I use my flamethrower on you

so your waters perhaps evaporates

and your two fish is in fear of suffocation,

because you are being fishy again;

With one fish towards me and the other against,

which is very irritating.

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The Swiss tourist Daniel.

You are smart; Friendly.

Observing to see if you fit in somewhere;

An open mind you can stick your head into

or a soft body to sink against.

Soon you will just leave me

to be a face in the air to remember.

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Michael

Jeg strekker meg etter min elskede,

men når han er for trett til å komme og kysse meg

slikker jeg solen stedet og rekker min tunge til vinden.

Luften går ut og inn til bunnen av meg.

Jeg sykler med åpen munn

til han vil komme med tungen sin.

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If you have never experienced a heartbreak before

I understand you are just looking for fun

and with your approach to women

you will never experience it either.

Pretty sad really, because even though it hurts

you would experience a depth more interesting

than sex can ever be.

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You texted me: Hi, 

that you should never have said good bye.
Then you came, stayed for a bit and said: 

We ought never to meet again!,
but left me with the taste of your dick in my mouth forever.

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Når jeg var opptatt av deg

og du var borte fra meg​

var også jeg fra meg

og ble vill.

Så nå har jeg tatt deg 

fra topp til tå inn i meg

så jeg kan kjenne deg

når jeg vil.

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I fear you are a pig

that get slippy from the mud you roll around in.

When you splash and think I am in on it it's scary

because I am a cat that wants to be dry behind the ears.

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After I told him how fucked up I was

he said: You're an angel!

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Mitt lange hår omfavner ditt korte.

Ditt hode går inn mellom bena mine

helt opp i mitt hode.

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Jeg vil rydde vannet

av landet mellom oss.

Vise grunnen til det

som omgir oss alle.

Så vi bestandig

kan gå til hverandre.

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Mannens romslige, varme blikk

smelter jenta fra mammaens grep

og kaller frem den innesperrede kvinnen bak de to

med ro i sitt sinn til å utføre livskallet.

Jenta kan leke fritt når kvinnen kan elske.

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Tomhet er baksiden av suget

Å spise, røyke eller ruse seg hjelper ikke.

Suget er mer omfattende.

Tomheten rommer hele meg,

så jeg vil trenge gjennom deg

slik at tomheten som følger med

gir hver celle som blir berørt av ditt innerste

plass til å vibrere.

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Jeg vil svelge meg

og fordøyes i ryggraden.

Hengi meg til kroppens dans

av kjærlighet

til buktende armer og ben

og smelte inn i din tunge.

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If you don't want to feed and protect me

I don't need you as a buddy

I need you to wrap yourself around me

so I can unwrap myself

and lose face

when the world is a fist in mine

and I'm lost

and all i want to do is get into you.

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Skal du nærme deg en kvinne

bør du gjøre det med ørene.

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Sometimes I feel so different

and distant from the men I talk to.

As a bird singing from a branch on a tree.

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Klaus

Jeg holder deg i kinnene

i stedet for å kysse

fordi din tunge er uten ende.

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Jeg har fått nok av katteaktige menn

som bare vil gni seg inntil noen

for så å gå

uten tanke på andre enn seg selv etterpå.

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Han etterlot seg fire tomme bokser med øl.

Var så tørst han helte det hele i seg
og etterlot restene til meg,
som om jeg var interessert.
Han likte vel å tro det, men han smelta på tunga.

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Den har uhell i kjærlighet

som treffer de som blander den med spill
og enten jukser for å vinne
eller ikke er redd for å tape.

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To kiss is the way I love

and I love the way you kiss.

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I'm not a secret admirer. 

Neither am I an admirer of secrets.

I'm an open book

where what was left out is brought back.

But I can't hand it to you.

It takes a life-time to read it through,

and the last page is yet to be written.

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I'm a deep red rose. 

Admired for beauty,
despiced for my thorns,
but I don’t stand here for you to pick on me
so why get mad when my thorns stick thee?

The thorns are my darkness sticking out.
When you get too close they fasten you
like a captivating mirror 

that reflect what you’ve hidden;
The unknown that scares you
and the shortcomings you blame on me.

I need my thorns for my fragile stem
from the desire that will pick me
and the rage that will take me.

When you take me out of the ground 

and I get hysterical you step on me and leave.

If you respected me you would heed the thorns outside of me.

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Michael

I reach out for my love,

but when he is too tired to kiss me

I ride my bike between the trees,

lick the sun and stick my tounge out to the wind.

I cycle with open mouth,

letting the air go in and out to the bottom of me 

untill he will come and lick me deeply.

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Michael

Jeg strekker meg etter min elskede,

men når han er for trett til å komme og kysse meg

slikker jeg solen stedet og rekker min tunge til vinden.

Luften går ut og inn til bunnen av meg.

Jeg sykler med åpen munn

til han vil komme med tungen sin.

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Du kaller meg egoist som gråter

uten å forklare grunnen.

Men det er jo det jeg gjør

når jeg vasker bort det som hindrer meg i å se;

tømmerstokker, tunge.

Jeg hulker så de skakes opp

og faller ned.

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Daniel

You call me selfish when I cry

without making clear for you why

but that is exactly what I do

when I wash away what hinders me to see;

Timber, heavy.

They shake up and fall down

when I sob vigorously.

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Jeg var luften du fantaserte i

og førte for langt av sted.

Forfengelig som bare det.

Til jeg pekte på moralen.

Da plutselig stanset du

så jeg datt ned.

Du fattet meg aldri opp etter det

og jeg fant deg ikke noe sted.

Du var tilbake

i din innestengte atmosfære.

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Du sier jeg er for mager

hvorfor ser du da så sultent på meg?

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Jeg ser ditt begjærlige blikk.

Du eser av gjæren,

jeg krymper i fortærelsen.

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Når du ikke avfeide meg,
men kjempet deg fram for å nå meg
selv om jeg forsvarte meg,
trykket en stråle seg gjennom alt mitt mørke
inn til min indre lysflate.

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Im slipping out of your hands.

Do you pretend not to see it

or aren't you strong enough to hold me?

You can't hold me up on a sugar top.

I long to go down to the ocean.

As I'm fighting to tell you about my fear

the sugartop breaks down

and melts by my tears.

I fear this round will end in a break up

now that there is no mountain between us.

don't need to be lifted, just embraced and seen

behind my face, please be strong for me.

You insist that you love me,

so give love where it's needed.

You are giving a coat to a girl who's hearts bleeding.