Alas, here comes the apple of his eye,
His love offering him a surprise.
Godly wisdom and unknown lies,
Wrapped in a tiny, red disguise.
Careful caresses across the skin,
If Father knew he would call it sin.
He traces each curve with a sultry grin.
The seeds of life, he knows, within.
He crosses over into the garden,
Steps over a snake and begs his pardon.
He sinks his teeth into the skin,
Things will never be the same again.