Your Spirit His Grace

In honor of the beauty and soul of Ms. Day Your Spirit His Grace Your hair is the length of my love. It's so striking God likes seeing you from above. He sees what I see, your soul a white dove. The lord and I would not compromise, your outstanding beauty that we can't surmise. He wants me between your thighs. Your being is a holy place. Sex is His blessing, so no case for disgrace. We long for our noses to brush face to face. Your body my Eden. I get erect when you say amen. We know what you do not, your a ten. And when we embrace, with our noses face to face, we share the air around our grace. And soon we so tightly be in one space. And finished we do again without disgrace. SMD 8/21/16 11:44 AM