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The Virtue of Chastity

In chaste libation she thrusts down again;
riding him, grinding him, cleaving unto him
in fulfillment of their vow. Her perfumed breasts
cupped in his hands: hands scented by her,
smelling of him, and the baptismal hymnal
of his fingers; then his tongue, as he drank
of one flesh in exhortation.

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