Making Memories Spiritual
Take my love without questions, but with Faith.
That we will know Jesus better than ourselves.
Since we are one, making love to his words, we will make our flesh jealous to spread rumors to our feelings.
For these touches are defile to write scriptures.
The way you were rubbing me, health benefits told insurance that Jesus was our coverage.
Overwhelmed, our hearts were given Thanksgiving. For this holy intercourse.
With every kiss, it was consuming for baptism.
With every moan, our sounds were praying.
How can we love you better Jesus.
By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser The Poet The Show:Off Worshiper

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