Thoughts with know DNA

Cast down these walls

Where memories reminisce

The flesh to have thoughts

Where touches were a moment

For a desire to have passion

Where sex didn`t understand it was a part of Love

It became Erotic not to believe

That Marriage was a Ministry

So it drew it Boundaries to be religion

Where Lust holds the deed, for Entertainment, TV and Magazines

With touches that lie for cries

To keep a scar wounded, to color the heart to fight pain

How deep is a pit, when the hold you fell in? Is his heart

 That got you fighting yourself to fall apart

Would you say it was lust? Now or is it still love

 Knowing he is with someone else

Why do we say it was love? When

Love never throws you away

For feeling just to makes you feel good

When stealing touches has know soul

Just to get you in bed

Death

 Is just a prescription prescribe for sin

Where the dead walk

By Fredrick L Pennix

Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper