Garden of Eden

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"I don't think we should do this," he whispered low,
Yet we can't keep our hands off, in passion's glow,
Like hungry teens, lost between right and wrong,
Led by emotions, both weak and strong.

Though age divides us, you could be my dad,
Thirty years apart, but our hearts are glad.
Connected by love, let us believe,
That our bond will grow, in dreams we weave.

A tree of ripe apples, poised to be picked,
Like Adam and Eve, in Eden's script,
Waiting to taste the forbidden delight,
Our love, like the garden, is pure and bright.

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