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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473409" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Female Pedophiliac</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473409" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mother's best friend a shapely woman with a sexy smile<br>I was fifteen and went to her house with a message-<br>something about a wedding where mother was cooking-<br>and she seduced me... Can't remember it clearly only that <br>I was trembling by the sight of her nudeness. <br>She did the rest, the ecstasy and the enormous newness <br>of pleasure was like a dream come true... we made love<br>and I died every time in her ravenous encirclement.<br>When I left her house I was a person bewitched but had<br>the sense to worry what mother would say by me being so<br>late, but I told her I had met some friends and we had <br>gone down to the park feeding the ducks and talking to<br>the girls... Next time I saw her I went beetroot not sure<br>if I had had a dream, but when mother went into the kitchen<br>to make coffee she told me to come back to her house in <br>the evening...and I did. But someone spoke, when mother <br>knew she called her a whore and never spoke to her again. <br>Yet my loins craved her I was a burning flame and we met in <br>fields and woods... till I had to go to sea as a galley boy. <br>When I saw again she was quite old was old, perhaps forty five, <br>and the flame of love had died.</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=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>