Me and you

Every time we touch 

We put together a puzzle with our feeling

As the bed is amaze by the pieces

We connect not to be a picture

Holding you so close like today

Never knew it had A tomorrow

Turing the streams in your blood

Why the beat is writing 

 love letters to the waves

Our shadow is making love to 

Lust would call it a 4 some

I`m to deep in you

To worry about what he thank 

Every time we kiss

Its A double date

To tell Love

We are blacking than Africa

To see the picture of passion

On each other body

To beautiful for sex

Not even rain can get me this wet

When women touch

 Can show a norther women

Her hand under a man shirt

Why the shirt is still on

It tells that women

Her finger hold the journey

To his back 

And for this land

Her finger print spells my Man 

By Fredrick Pennix Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper