Drops of heaven

Mouth to mouth, drinking each other in,
taking each other to heaven but drenched with sin,
her sweat tasting like honey,
making the midnight sky seem sunny,
warm was her touch, her skin, her thighs,
everything I wanted was in her unholy eyes.
Intoxicating would be a disservice,
downright addictive was her service,
I never wanted to stop drinking,
in her ocean I loved sinking.
Deeper and deeper she pulled me down,
so far I prayed I would drown,
in her sweet drops of paradise.
If she were death, I'd gladly die twice.
Oh sweet Valkyrie!
Come, take your dead is my plea,
from this battlefield of unbridled lust,
with one final thrust
Valhalla opened her arms to welcome her son
and the feast had just begun...