She's an angel in her own right,
she never fights me,
& loves it when
we connect,
visit the other angels
late at night.

Every time I lift her hips,
she winks & bites
the corner of her full lips.
It's the cutest thing,
watching her face
enjoy the sacred-moment,
raising up, cupping herself
while I point her toward
the heavens, a place
we call nirvana.

And from
every direction & angle,
we melt together,
glide furiously
into another dimension
blending our souls,
& explode with
the other angels
in a fiery sensuous-spirit.