Adam & Eve by Lindsey

We are creation, no less than divine
when our spirits touch as they combine
my adam so pure with good intention
but what is a woman without
her temptation?

I was made for being my adam's eve
with weak innocence but I am no thieve
lend me your hand, close your eyes tight
I'll show you a taste of heaven's delight.

Sample a drink of this sensual fruit
and feel it's salvation with forbidden pursuit
we revel in this sweet fleshy water
as we are the tomb for the apple
tree's daughter.

United in rhythm our blood pulsates
may we be forgiven
for what here awaits,
we reach the core and
taste the young seed,
and how it makes
our young senses bleed

Eden awakes and glows
for it's hosts,
a new moonlight turns our
bodies to ghosts
my adam, a man, moulded
on god's own term
and I, eve, adapt to keep his
apple warm.