Do you compare me to Eve, a forbidden fruit, from which you should not partake
I am beautiful, if to consume is sinful, perhaps you should burn me at the stake
I stand before you now, a woman who yearns, for your wanton manly desires
Take me away, on a journey with you, please hurry before our time expires
Together we can create, a garden of our own, take heed of the thorned rose
Dew drops on petals, glisten in the sun, my lips relaxed in sweet repose
Stroll with me, in the moonlit g...