I always get weak every time we speak.
Getting lost in your eyes while I caress your thighs.
I would rather die than tell you a lie.
For I will say, you take my breath away.
I put my fingers through your hair as you look at me and stare.
Holding your hips as I kiss your lips.
Gives me joy to make you laugh; all these troubles soon shall pass.
As we get on the right path, we can avoid God’s wrath.
2024-09-29