Have you ever looked into the face of God?
Had your name drip off his lips like honey?
No shame in licking it off
Because in that moment,
I too was a Goddess
Righteous, Raving, Rioting
Begging to hear my name drip from his tongue again,
To know he was thinking of me.
That night
I was the one who could make God himself drop to his knees
And speak my name,
Until our bed was the land of milk and honey.
Baby, we created the Promised Land.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
Have you ever looked into the face of God?
Had your name drip off his lips like honey?
No shame in licking it off
Because in that moment,
I too was a Goddess
Righteous, Raving, Rioting
Begging to hear my name drip from his tongue again,
To know he was thinking of me.
That night
I was the one who could make God himself drop to his knees
And speak my name,
Until our bed was the land of milk and honey.
Baby, we created the Promised Land.
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