When God said make Love, who was I suppose to married?

Just too pregnant you’re feeling, your body said there was only one lover

When we touch we both said God

Kissing your stream that drop rain

Why do they call it tears?

When it was your cries, that give me the perfect shower

Being a bath tube, doesn’t have any Ideal

How wonderful to be one in you and you in me

See this is to spiritual for the flesh

That’s why your nerves are Horny to confess

How our dreams look over us to pray

When are they going to sleep?

Honoring the sounds that call me a gentleman

When the body is pure to be holy,

Where is the best place to rest?

When I can lie on your breast, and tell you story

When God said make love,

Who was I suppose to married

When your heart said every part of the body

The bed became a ring

Until death do us apart

Living for God, is making love

 

 By Fredrick Pennix

         AkA Praiser the Show-Off Worship