Serpent Tongue Cradle of Filth

So adept was unspoken man
At dusting ledgers of the seraphim
That Lilith swept across a broken land
In a whirl of lust to pleasure him

This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun
In bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs
Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells
And ran with mourning fauna; His mastiffs and gazelle

Breathless as the wind
Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin
But not before she spread her grin
Across his silent lips
At crack of day, though what was shame?
The raptor's nest wherein they lay
Bore witness to her soft parade
Of fingers come to grips

His undivine attention won
She deftly spun
From 'neath his thrusts to writhe above
In ecstasy
Pendulous she swung
As if her limbs imbibed his tongue
To spill, as with his rod
The secret name of God