There’s a walled garden that I know
Hidden behind a flowered door.
To enter one must first bend low
And kneel down upon the floor.

It opens only to a kiss,
Petals unfurling to make room.
My tongue and lips were made for this,
To swirl across its pearly bloom.

Mistress your garden’s my delight.
I swear to water it with care.
It outshines Eden in my sight,
I pray you let me enter there.

There ‘tween your thighs I’ll pleasure you
Until your sighs tell me I’m through.