Jesus gave me the gift to write to Love

This word you are, Love
If any question you have to ask
The answer is God
But to open my Heart
Your touches is not what I need
It`s your prayer with faith that willing to believe
That we was call to be more than a touch could Image sex to dream
where beautiful never had thought it was just pretty
It was every rose blushing, they had your legs
To walk a conversation that spoke a vision
where love is more than what said to be by itself
We was never alone, it was just our flesh
Can I teach
Where our past time relationship was trying to preach to us
Because of the feeling
Touching you was a season our mistake didn't understand
Nature never told lust it was a storm
For the weather of you
Your first Love was your first lust
By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper