Hell. Or just here.
Does it matter?
The realms we enter
When we let our
Tongues battle-
Asgard to Pataal Lok-
The wormholes we
Enter while we explore
The warmth of our bodies-
The touch of your
Skin. Fire of your eyes.
Calm in your bosom-
Our souls must be
Jealous of all the carnal
Pleasures they're
Deprived of-
Maybe they've tried to
Sneak out at night for
Makeout but returned to
The abode of skin after
Failing to play with the
Sorcery of bodily warmth.
The Gods must have
Felt the same at some
Point of time.
Bastards turned to
Voyeurism that's why.
And called it Omni-presence
Later on.