Sex Is Just A Big Mud Pie

Into the wet earth of ourselves we dig,

making our mud pies and making them big;

not frightened of feeling the wriggling worms;

not worried, just giggling, about silly germs;

too innocent to know about shame or sin;

not seeing the blackness of dirt on our skin;

just enjoying feeling it ‘cause it is fun

then resting like mud pies baking in the sun.