In the morning hours of daybreak
There is a garden
In the middle of this garden
There is a orchid
It's pedals are covered with dew
As the morning progresses
The dew forms into tiny droplets of perspiration
Rolling down the smooth flesh of these pedals
Falling towards the fine satin sheets
They leave a glistening sensuous trail
Glowing from the sun's warming rays
In the morning hours of daybreak
There is a garden
In the middle of this garden
There is a orchid
It's pedals are covered with dew
As the morning progresses
The dew forms into tiny droplets of perspiration
Rolling down the smooth flesh of these pedals
Falling towards the fine satin sheets
They leave a glistening sensuous trail
Glowing from the sun's warming rays