Morning Confession`s

 Touching you

to give the sun it`s electricity

What a secret

If know one can see us

Are we invisible?

When touching is a prayer

It’s more then our hands

When the sent is spiritual

From the fruit of your lips

I can smell the blood of Jesus

Where time couldn’t color your kisses

Let your heart leave the way

Where Heaven call you forever

I don’t have to sleep

When your eyes is writing to me

Dreams don’t have vision

Just your sound that sing to me

How close can we be in love?

If the spirit is without soul

To have no body

Then tell me

What would I have without you?

If Faith is it your eyes

Believing is not your heart

Peace is not your thoughts

And God is not everything

Then the late nights and the early mornings

Has nothing to be thankful for

When it is his hand

Our bed stands

when we make love in 

By Fredrick pennix 

Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper