The french call it le petit mort <br />She did suddenly exhort <br />But it is so much more <br />As u i silently adore <br /> <br />each moment entwined is a little death <br />le petit mort in each caught breath <br />The blood red hearts the symbols of love <br />the olive branch held like a dove <br /> <br />to float on a cloud to love out loud <br />To be openly proud and to unshroud <br />to strive for right <br />To sleep deep each night <br /> <br />When we two are ringing <br />Our hearts are singing <br />When we are entwined <br />Our hearts have dined <br /> <br />The room is a beautiful shade <br />Of purple and of white <br />Le petit mort <br />Every single night <br /> <br />Beau Golden<br /><br />BEAU GOLDEN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/le-petit-mort-french-orgasm/
