morning dew from rosy petals
men will want it more than medals
source of life, the holy grail
It’s so sacred - needs a veil
gate of heavens, your sweet lips
rosy colored with wide hips
fruit forbidden, nectar, honey
virgin spring - keep it running
forest thick, or baldy dune
worship service each afternoon
on my knees I cherish
true divine, 'til I'll perish
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