Above White Clouds

Nobody knows what life after death has to offer, some say heaven is a white light of nothingness, but I like to think of it as a Garden of Eden. A holy sanctuary where everyone is there, and now sees themselves as the gods and goddesses they couldn’t proclaim on earth. Everything is full of light and beautiful, and everyone is naked. Sex in heaven is, well, heavenly. Mutual orgasms, saliva filled fingers, forbidden fruit. I picture snakes roaming around sliding across human bodies, and everyone comes together in a circle, and starts stroking the person to their right. Heaven sex is quaint and fair, non-judgemental, and curious. Like making love on a thick, gentle cloud.