Warmth passed between our bodies,
Your skin was soft and wet,
Let me breath out your name
bury it into your chest,
sweet sensation of touch,
oh how you ****** me,
gentle lover, silent sinner,
I have never craved the taste
of anyone as much as yours

I want a man
not just any man
I want God's man
hand-picked
kingdom appointed
for such a woman as his . . .

Im looking for a love
not just any love
I want the God kind of live
filling a heart that beats
to the kingdom's rhythm
unadultered
Holy Ghost saturated
that kinda love
can't be rated. . .
poured out
runnin' ovah
like water in a glass
already full of good things
smooth as silk
yet tough as a rope
wrapping around my soul
keepin' it all together
forever
with room enough for me
to be
a woman
not just any woman
God's woman
whole and free
to love you
the way I want you to love me
with a love
not just any love
but the God kind of love
rich as a sinful dessert
pure as tried gold
the kind of love that can hold
onto your hand
and God's at the very same time
delivered from all other ties that bind
and yes
Im free enough to wait. . .
for a man
not just any man
but the man
who understands
and knows what love means
and lives what God says. . .
and wants what I want
a real love
a strong love
a tall love
agape love.
God's love.

I left the person who loved me for the person who lusted after me.

Would I rather be
with someone that feels
cozy and warm,

or someone that
feel like thrill
and fire
and smells like
mint and waterfalls.

I wonder why untried things have a certain charm.

I swear I want that fifth grade feeling again
am I asking too much?
all we used to do was giggle, pass notes, and share those shy touches
You rocked my world!
I can't even lie
but the way you had to leave me
no hugs
no good-byes
then over ten years later
I see you again and there was no surprise
it still felt like fifth grade when I looked you eye to eye
I couldn't even pull it in
all I could do was smile
thinking **** it's been too long
you still have to be mine
lost touch again for a while
came back around
we were both still so high
come to find we were now in relationships
but thought maybe we could just mess around
we got caught up
still text
but again we lost touch
now again we're back at it
just like the fifth grade
giggling, texting, and sharing grown up touches
I just want that fifth grade feeling
I just don't want to rush nothing

My arteries turned
into overgrown tree limbs
when I first saw you.