Like A Thorn In My SideI smelled the garden of ecstasy when he swept me off my feet and into his arms.More Like This
I once tried to pick that rose, and I'm still plucking out thorns.
I only desired to pick it up and let its scent seduce me.
No one told me it was a priceless, forbidden beauty.
But who needs to pick the forbidden flower when I'm frolicking in the garden?