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Memories...

She looked angelic as she approached
Her eyes a mixture of fire and desire
Her movement  was nice and graceful
A stranger with a familiar smile
Could not let her pass me by
No,not when I'm a gentleman
She could wait on my table for her date
While the waiter fill our glasses and plate
But soon words became too scarce to waste
The food and wine lost its taste
Nothing meant anything anymore
Just the urge burning within us
In the car in the parking lot
The sex was rough,passionate and hot
After a nut we were back to our sanity again
That was when she asked of my name

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