silly sex

rich and creamy, and oh so dreamy,

who dost in my garden play?

among flowers, we'll play for hours,

and see what comes today.

to play with roots

among owls' hoots

beneath my tree we lay.

speak softly, dove,

lest we're heard of

and can't do what we may.

laugh and cry out,

sing on and shout,

tomorrow shall we play?