Plain Heaven

She is thinking about them 
and it brings a smile to her face 
and it makes her eyes twinkle..

It makes 'shame' 
a word that simply 
doesnt exist anymore for her.

All those beautiful,
amazing,
extraordinary,
wet,
strong
or light as a feather,
magical,
ecstatic,
rocking her world orgasms.

The ones he keeps giving her.

Not because of the amazing sensations
aroused in her body.

Not because of their sheer number.

Not because they are each
so unique and different
and inducing new insights 
about her body
and about their physical, body-to-body connection.

Not because of the overwhelming sense
of serenity
and calm
and well-being 
dawning upon her afterwards,
lasting for hours or days at a time.

Not even because every single one of them
brings their souls even closer together,
strengthening their bond,
making them one beautiful body of bliss.

It's because of what these orgasms make of her.
Making her feel 
perfection as a woman.
Making her feel
she is everything any man could ever want.

Transforming her 
into a warm, glittering, pulsating being of light.

And she whispers,
'' thank you...''

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