Extract of chestnut will
applied to thirsty skin
start churners in the mill
small fountains deep within.
She aged, remaining chaste
was promised to her God,
a semi-liquid taste
woke interest in the rod.
She spoke from then in tongues
and licked her way to bliss
two hills protecting lungs
two nipples, there to kiss.
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