Le Petit Mort (French Orgasm) Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

The french call it le petit mort
She did suddenly exhort
But it is so much more
As u i silently adore

each moment entwined is a little death
le petit mort in each caught breath
The blood red hearts the symbols of love
the olive branch held like a dove

to float on a cloud to love out loud
To be openly proud and to unshroud
to strive for right
To sleep deep each night

When we two are ringing
Our hearts are singing
When we are entwined
Our hearts have dined

The room is a beautiful shade
Of purple and of white
Le petit mort
Every single night

Beau Golden