She danced under the moonlight

Deep, deep into the trees

Until the morning mist

Made her the dew upon the leaves   

 

She dripped unto the fertile soil

Where fragrant flowers bloomed

Then bees refined her into honey

And your eager mouth consumed

 

Your sticky lips, like summer, shone

As you sowed your field of corn

And the innocence of restless youth

Like a winter's coat, was shorn