God's Damn

Said to be the worst damnation of all,  
But damnation was always oversold  
As a bond wherein all souls were in thrall  
Somehow worse than debt to a sack of gold  
When all that was needed was room and board  
With three tasty hots and a cozy cot  
And a sweet soul mate routinely explored  
Because the love with them was smoking hot!  
 
How will heaven ever improve on this?  
Let's not pretend that anything above  
Might somehow eclipse a romantic kiss  
And the hardcore pleasures of surfeit love  
Transcending stale damnation...and god,  
And into the awe...only lovers trod.