| It was only after he made her acquaintance
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| That it occurred to him
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| Maybe this was beyond the bounds of possibility
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| Henrey saw her each morning
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| A superior mirage from the future
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| His hastily scribbled down phone number
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| Was received with the wry smile, no rebuff
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| They met at Waring Street, dusk
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| The car still on that homeward drive
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| And his heart pounding ashamedly
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| She arrived averting her eyes
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| That she expected to able to join him
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| Teen of Yorkshire gammon
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| Sweet potato mash
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| Duck eggs and a smile
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| Her gaze met his
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| Their hands lightly brushing
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| As he reached for the check
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| Do you remember when life was ecstasy?
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| The hotel room was bleak
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| But he hardly noticed as she took control
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| Her fingers deftly undoing the buttons
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| On his borrowed shirt
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| No noise except the buzz of the overhead light
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| And their breathing
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| Eyes closed
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| Dark hair thrown back in wild abandon
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| She whispered the national anthem
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| As he sank into her
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| She tasted a Remy ma tongue
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| An ancient rhyme
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| Hours of frantic lubricious coupling
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| Render them physically spent
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| Falling into a deep profound comatose sleep
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| Only waking days later
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| When the letter was delivered |