In the Garden we regained our innocence
Gentle as the stream our juices flowed
Our soft, damp flesh
Our eyes glowed.

To the rhythm of nature
We matched our beat
Hands clasped, lips parted
Soft moss beneath our feet.

Tongues, cheeks, legs and things
Heaven touched, slumber, caresses and wings.

In the Garden, paradise lost, paradise gained
For too long from desire we had refrained
Fruits savoured, flowers smelled
Textures touched and new life swelled.

Bathed in beauty, waterfalls admired
To make love under the stars we once again conspired.

Morning came and morning went
Our bodies entwined, our passion yet to be spent
Relentlessly we each other explored
Tasting, licking, nothing forgotten, nothing ignored.

I became you, you became me
Sheltered and cradled by the willow tree.

By moistness filled, by rapture filled
We embraced, we gazed, by your touch I was dazed.
In the Garden we shed all sin
I shuddered at the sensation of your sex within.

Boundless, shameless, strong and free
Desirous, longing, aching ... you are still within me.