Which fruit do I desire?
the safe & bland, nutritious?
or the sweet & sour, succulent,
full-flavored
with danger, risks & hints of bitter?

Feed my flicking tongue the ****
Pucker my lips, Sparkling Serpent!
Raise me up
With your webbed glorious wings
Soar me high
Grant me harvest with a zing,
Pierce me with the blazing sword  
Tease with tempting words  
Then grace me with the safe and sweet
suckle me with your delights,
fine finish, soothing dessert
to settle once again this stormy passion.

The knowledge of your goodness
& your captivating evil, your naughty side
ignites my hunger for the nourishment
only You can satisfy.
So Mighty Winged Dragon,
take me in the garden
when night has fallen dark
Feed me of your fruits
until we see & KNOW & love  
that we are naked here together.

I, soul crafted from your side, request:
be my ride.
Bend with me that tree
of knowledge and that tree of life.
As they Merge, become as one  
let our souls & bodies, hearts Collide.
In this perfection we will no longer hide.

Come, my glittering Adym, Take my hand
We, Creators, can yet conjure
Perfection here within our garden mythical
Feast with me in Eden
with tastefully poisonous eaze,
I will be your soulmate & your temptress, Eve.