"Sex is dirty, we've no need for it,”

she said with glee, a shaking tit.

Poor Adam looked down to earth -

he couldn't fathom a moralist's mirth.

He wondered why she just couldn't see -

Sex had created them and let them be.

At last, he looked up with a gleaming eye

And stared at her peaks without being shy.

"Sex isn't dirty, though our minds might be,"

He answered with wisdom and a certainty,

"Nature commands that we must breed -

Bodies respond with an unbearable need."

Eve was quiet, thinking what to say,

"You created this argument to have your way,

But I won't let you sow your seed,

Your eyes are twinkling with cunning greed."

Adam then thought of another ruse,

"Unsowed seed is man's abuse

And if you don't let me till your soil

I'll provide you nothing with my toil."

"Ok, then, you may sow your seed,"

Eve, in reply began to plead,

"But, promise you will always give

What I need as long as you live."

Together, they went looking for priests,

"I'll tie you both, don't mate like beasts,"

said

Adam didn't know what to say.

The priest tied them and sent them along

Adam's heart sank, Eve's soared in song.

She knew that she had a slave for life,

Poor Adam realized he had a wife.

Adam knew that man must mate

And sow his seed past many a gate,

But Eve wouldn't let that happen now

For she had tied him with a vow.