Oh Zeus, I am about to stand
all nude beneath your cirrus clouds
to open with my free and eager hand,
and move aside, uncovering the shroud
to feast upon a soft and fuzzy peach
delicious cream, it oozes from within
I pray my tongue be stretchable to reach
I ask you Zeus, allow me this small sin.
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