That slow, exquisite sensation of touch was heaven.
Was Heaven
Her Face
Her face held the promise of heaven.
Spilling Heaven
He stared at her spilling heaven into her heart and soul, drowned in bliss, in perfection.
Misanthropist’s Heaven
A misanthropist's heaven: my heart sheltered by my perseverance not to allow anyone to walk in.
Resurrection
The pure, transcendent love, this menagerie of heaven and flesh is my beautiful resurrection.
Our Best Hint
I suppose you have ideas about an afterlife and heaven. Throw off our best hint, it's crude by comparison.
