In the garden of desire's gentle hue, I taste every inch of you, Where sweet juices flowing out, Greet the dawn with tender doubt. Your flavor dances on my tongue, A song unsung, forever young, From petals to the heart's deep core, A longing sated, yearning more. Each drop is a whispered kiss, In the embrace of luscious bliss, In your depths, I find delight, Where day turns softly into night.