In the folds of your arms the whole of the world can disappear
and I hear nothing but our love in heated moans and nails scraping
Near Valhalla is the place where your tongue makes love to mine,
stroking with the scandalous promises of pleasures yet to come,
and oh are they delivered..
Not even divine intervention could cause a delay as you play with
my swollen, sweet lips..making art with love too beautiful for
This union as yet undefined, which seems sanctified by every order
of the universal energies...plays on every inch of my craving soul.
And so I succumb to it, completely and irrevocably....