Sangraal Asunder

It wasn't Eve who first ate the naughty fruit  
or over-stoked it with a repeating dart  
love god launched from Cupid's competition shoot  
aimed at every heart.  
 
Nay! It was man who first snorkeled muffs apart  
and strapped them to his face, like a mask, for gas,  
to sample it like a patisserie tart  
served among an ass.  
 
The aroma yield was as no other  
and brought unto the man an enchanted bliss  
which compelled him to forthwith fetch another,
kiss by non-stop kiss!  
 
The practice was misattributed as French  
since it was unspoken of by old and young,  
until dubbed by every healthy Gallic wench,  
as their mother tongue!  
 
Which was available from girl or boy  
and free from the potential for a child,  
It gave new mothers much relief and joy,  
lingual, yet wild;  
 
a binding penis fly trap deli expanse,  
triple cobra priestess venom kiss ready,  
to engage and engulf the serpent advance,  
and hold him steady!  
 
And the fresh pageantry of this renown spread  
revealed that lush condensation whereby  
every swooned mistress became Eden abed...  
bound to satisfy...  
 
as tickled sweet pink life to come nosebag nosh;  
the fruit of heaven became the thing to eat  
since there's never been a Grail quite as posh...  
as that diva meat.