Purple Sex Halo

Often, after her pleasure pinnacle,    
milady says there's a glow 'round my head    
which she states, in her manner clinical.
  And I know to trust all that she has said,    
even if the utterance is bizarre    
since love is nought, if not oddly wired,    
to see a lover's face like some bright star    
which shone where satisfaction transpired    
with a margined glow from ardent bearings,    
forevermore reverentially prone,    
to fondly dwell on our earnest pairings...    
where jubilation's angel flights have flown    
from me to her, and from her back to me...    
in paradisaic reciprocity!  ❤️❤️❤️