I can't resist quoting my favorite unintended double entendre of this sort, from the 24th chapter of Dicken's Martin Chuzzlewit:
She touched his organ, and from that bright epoch even it, the old companion of his happiest hours, incapable as he had thought of elevation, began a new and deified existence.By "organ" Dickens means the musical instrument, not the membrum virile.
Taking words in their unintended senses, one could say that the generative organ is capable of elevation in the presence of praiseworthy boobs.