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Untrodden whiteness of a lawn the snow has graced; untasted bloom on a bunch of black grapes; the shape of a towering mountain as yet unclimbed; sublime discovery of an uninhabited isle. The smile of timid (but inviting) post-menstrual sensuality on a maiden's fresh face, places on offer the privileged opportunity to tune her understanding of life to mine. A shining sunlit haven, out of reach from creatures who "Had" the whole whoring horde of fornicating sluts in long bygone years - aspersions on her past will never cast their shadow.      She'd take me as her first (and only) male -      where lies the secret of the Holy Grail.