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My body turned toward his, my better part

Drawn to the perfect image of my own,

Pulling me toward his dust, bone of my bone,

My bliss, my paradise, my beating heart.

We tripped through Eden, our primeval park,

Mingling our spirits and our flesh as one.

I worshiped his blameless body, him alone,

Mapping our pleasures on a virgin chart.

We played our roles like children out of sight

Feasting on fruit from unforbidden trees,

Tasting the savory dishes of new desire,

Lying beneath a starry quilt of night

Spread out beyond the farthest galaxies,

Our nuptials feted by celestial choirs.