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			I.

What rare delight it is, when spring and youth,
     pregnant with life, explode all o'er again!
When sex organs mature, and know lust's truth,
     lewd sensations soon tempt the once-chaste brain.

Youth, like the juice of love, flows with desire;
     and then demands its portion of swollen flesh 
as yet pubescent flowers bloom with fire,
     while passion's ready, willing, and still fresh; 
O Love! O Soul!—How nature can inspire,
     something as glorious as when two join and mesh!  

			II.

Together as three, we in ménage à trois
     meet; and unite like Cupid's lock and key,
moaning and sighing in love's lustful patois,
     expressing our cores' triad ecstasy.
 
Together, as a youth and his two maids,
     we come; our bodies, moving like the ocean,
ebb and flow, rise and fall: it never fades,
     as maidenheads (now laid fresh in this motion)
ooze love's warm fluid in copious spades,
     moist, milky-white, and sticky like thick lotion. 

			III.

O Muse! None can inspire my rhyming pen 
     like you. By Hippocrene's spring you quench my thirst,
that I might have breath unlike other men;
     and may offer you thanksgiving while I'm versed!

Therefore, I greedily drain your soft breasts
     for the sweet, fresh milk of new inspiration.
For your breast-milk is easy to digest,
     as truly blest am I by your lactation.
So here my rhyme's revival's now expressed,
     as I'm now free from creative cessation.

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