Surrounded by the oxygen
Where thorns and petals grow within
A delightful kiss upon the lips
The swaying up and down of hips
With the smells of soil and growth
Amongst the evening air
Where tongues collide
Without a care
Where glass walls are squeezing tight
Hiding sins from daylights sight
With thorns below and thorns within
In a greenhouse that locks us in
Plant lights glow and share warm breath
Skin to skin and flesh on flesh
Leaves rustle and passions mesh
Amongst the flowers
That grow within
Surrounded by the oxygen