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Avalanche and Aurora
they were up there, on the stage, " exotic dancers", the term they gave; the tall one "Avalanche", the shorter, "Aurora" long black limbs , Aurora's, graceful steps so Avalanche, her marble feet pure snow they intertwined and caught our men's eyes, as we looked and fantasized of being with one, or the other, (or both) and the tepid rhythm rumbled on, from speakers in the curtained roof, while mouths dribbled and trousers moved, like stallions we trampled hooved and as the caravan of tempting lust, swung the hip and charming bust, the distant sound of beer and jar, chinkled from the busy bar and down the mountain slope she came, Avalanche a wild chicane, lit by Aurora's northern light, G string gone and tassles free, thundered on the mountain slope and sky, and soon on trapeze across the room, over tables, drinks, and cloudy hush, the twin nature's beauties wearing only their bush, and below, the valley the mountaineers, sweating in expectant gush and when I trek among the peaks in dangerous snow and coloured skies, I remember the twins, one black one white, their avalanche and northern light
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