- Erotic Poetry
- Subway Conversation #21
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SUBWAY CONVERSATIONS #21
(CONVERSATIONS OVERHEARD
ON NEW YORK SUBWAYS)
often in dialect
I’ a sinner, I cheated on Donna.
What are you babbling about?
I’m married 3 months.
Yeah I know, I was at the wedding.
Yeah, well I’m over at Clancy’s last night.
Get’in my constitution beer.
The wife don’t let me drink in the house.
And MaryAnn, that big titted waitress asks me,
“Wood ya help me move something?”
So being the gentleman, I follows her into da beckroom
an’ she starts crying.
I puts me arm around her to comfort her
And she's blabb’in how her hubby just run off.
I’m patt’en her on the beck and tell’n ‘er it will all woyk out
Next thing I knows I gots’ her bent over a few wooden cases a whisky
and I’m fucking her.
And she still cry’in and hold’in on ta me like I’m a lifesaver
Did ya use a rubber?
Na, it all happened too fast
Anyway, after we both orgasm
she hikes up her panties
stuffs them huge tits back into ‘er bra
and says,
“Go on out there, I’ll bring ya a beer.”
Did she charge ya?
Of course, there’s no such thing as a free lunch!
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