He held me like a chalice of gold
With two hands around me
I reminded him that, like the Fountain Of Youth
Many men fall weak in their search
For the eternal swim within my body of water
He smiled and tipped his head back slowly

With his lips pressed against me softly 
He reminded me that his search was over
Therefore no one will ever again
Taste how sweet my river can flow

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