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Feb 2011
You gave the maid the night off.
You called to say the way was clear.
Your chamber was in adoration light
with tall taper candles, each one lit.
You told me clothing was not optional,
Each of us helped the other to our god given gifts.
You looked up at me and I down at you
What happened next is between me and you.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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