Isn't that "Part her soft lips and touch"?
I think that you're pretty much in the right area here (if you'll pardon the expression); I just wonder if the
double entendre ever occurred to the composer, either at the time of composition or on any later occasion...
I also once saw a certain song mistyped as "Now sleeps the crimson pestal" which, the mis-spelling notwithstanding, reminded me of the likely state of one after some garlic of a certain colour had been well and truly crushed...
Speaking of garlic, incidentally (if you'll pardon the brief digression from the topic), I read somewhere that Roger Sessions, usually regarded (quite erroneously and unfairly) as a dry, academic dullard, once began an annual address to a group of his students with the words "Garlic is the beginning of civilisation".
Now, returning swiftly to the topic, is not another unfortunately titled piece Feldman's
The Life in my Viola, or am I mistaken?...
Best,
Alistair