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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527878" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Maundy Thursday and Later.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maundy Thursday. The church <br>Was packed. Full of incense. <br>Miss Dogberry sat at the back. <br>Mudrift watched her. He studied her. <br>The way her hair hung black and long. <br>Her broad bridged nose. Sat next to her. <br>She unaware. Priest proceeded with <br>The service. Miss Dogberry smelt Mudrift’s <br>Scent passions were stirred. She sniffed <br>Heavy her nose breathed deep. A bell <br>Was tolled. Candles were lit. Mudrift felt <br>Love or was it lust? Moved closer his thigh <br>Touched her thigh. Priest’s hands were <br>Raised host lifted high the Crucified the <br>Bloodied lamb. Miss Dogberry whispered <br>Softly do you sense it? Mudrift nodded <br>His loins stiffened. The last supper the Judas <br>Gone the Magdalene followed him out. <br>My place or yours? Mudrift muttered. <br>Mother’s at home Dogberry said no privacy. <br>Mudrift took her his hand in hers. I live alone <br>Mudrift muttered no disturbance. His room <br>Was warm smelt of old smoke and beds unmade. <br>He offered drinks and put on jazz with lights <br>Turned low. She undressed slow hand holding <br>Out each small item. Mudrift watched her <br>The nakedness revealed the plump body <br>The broad bridged nose the soft flesh lips <br>The melon breasts. Is that Stan Getz? <br>She asked Mudrift that baritone’s his <br>Saxophone. Mudrift nodded his mind on <br>Sex not saxophones or soft jazz tones. <br>He kissed her lips his arms embraced her <br>Ample flesh. She didn’t mind his lack of hair <br>On balding head or bearded face rubbing <br>Her chin. She wanted sex and saxophones <br>And him within. Maundy Thursday. <br>The Crucified above the bed upon a cross <br>Nailed hands out wide eyes looking down <br>Head to one side. Mudrift made love the <br>Magdalene Miss Dogberry gazed up above.</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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Was packed. Full of incense. 
Miss Dogberry sat at the back. 
Mudrift watched her. He studied her. 
The way her hair hung black and long. 
Her broad bridged nose. Sat next to her. 
She unaware. Priest proceeded with 
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