The Agony and the Ecstasy of Little Death

little death in a lover’s seeking arms

when the moon is at its height

little death so sexily satisfying

in the middle of an endless night

little death can take ones breath away

leaving sweet shudders moans and sighs

little death is surly heaven on earth

a shangri la between a lovers thigh

little death is nature’s unbiased miracle

the start for all births and babes

little death is just a hollow echo

of the love that each heart craves

little death the only thing not taxable

from puberty to grave it endures

little death could be the ultimate reward

for passing through life’s heavy doors