Nirvana

By Barbara Lynn Terry

  She softly kissed me on my lips,

Placing her hands firmly on my hips.

Her touch was like heaven above,

As she looked in my eyes with love,

And began kissing down to my breast,

With passion, doing her best

to make me writhe in ecstasy,

Her eyes were a big blue sea.

Her hands found my love canal.

She fondled, still kissing my breast,

And I was as white as a pall,

But she would not let me rest.

Our love making kept on all night,

And our embraces really tight,

Told us we were in love,

As we seemed to fly as the dove,

Through ecstasy, electricity, and

nerve endings of fire soaring above,

taking us to Nirvana.