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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Evening Date.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hi come in I've just put on <br>the Mahler the 3rd Ok? she says <br>and before you can reply she </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ushers you into the lounge where <br>you remove your coat and hear <br>the Mahlerian sounds from the hifi </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the smell of her scent and two <br>glasses of scotch on the small table <br>by the sofa take a seat she says taking </div><div style="margin:10px 0">your coat off to the other room and <br>you look at the Picasso print on the <br>wall and think how long before she </div><div style="margin:10px 0">tries to undress you and you sit and <br>she's back and sits beside you and says <br>drink up and take in the Mahler and </div><div style="margin:10px 0">guess who I saw today and she had <br>the cheek to ask how I was when she <br>knew she'd been gossiping about me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to the darn neighbours and you sip <br>the scotch and look at her plump face <br>and her deep blue eyes and the red </div><div style="margin:10px 0">dress she has on and the overbearing <br>perfume and how her breasts try and <br>push their way out of the dress and you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">try and get a word in something about <br>the 3rd symphony or how you like the <br>Picasso print but she talks on and over </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you like a tank her words hard biting with <br>their Gaelic tones and then she puts her <br>hand on your thigh and rubs it up and down </div><div style="margin:10px 0">all the time her words unfaltering stretching <br>through the air and I told the old crab to <br>go smell her husband's crotch and that was </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it how was your day? she asks looking into <br>your eyes her hand still rubbing and your <br>pecker rising and you say a real downer of </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a day but whatever now let's just get into <br>the 3rd and sip our scotch and she smiles <br>and makes a grab for your hidden crotch.</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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the Mahler the 3rd Ok? she says 
and before you can reply she 

ushers you into the lounge where 
you remove your coat and hear 
the Mahlerian sounds from the hifi 

and the smell of her scent and two 
glasses of scotc..."></div>
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