(the
sound of scribbling)
Listen
woman I will not be the fake fraudulent fickle Prince that you kiss that turns
into a toad and won’t last when hard times come down the road because they will,
no I am just be me and when you kiss me I won’t turn into a prince, princes are
for little girl nah I turn into a king because Mr Gods designed us for grown
women and that’s exactly what you and I respect you as one, daughter of the
earth and Queen of the sun. They don’t know but I do know the price you paid
for the oil in your alabaster box even thou sometimes it don’t look like a alabaster
your still precious whatever the box, you rock a diamond in wrath and all other
kinds of precious rocks, I hope you hear as I stand in front of you heart and
knock trust me you will know it’s me because it will sound like that hip hop
beep boop. It’s a good thing that as a child my mother taught me to knit and saw
my father taught me carpentry and to fix an engine so I can help mend your
heart, that first eye contact that was just a start … the way you let me see into
your mind I am like “dam Mr God she sexy soul tender and she smart ? thank you”
Gods master piece a sacred piece art .. Yes you are (you don’t believe me) …
you yes you … when you wake in the morning to “how you doing beautiful ?” and my
smile … Most people can’t understand us , how would they… they never felt what we felt they don’t believe in real love so how
could understand us… we deep connected god designed blow your, mind kiss so ridiculous, soul mist kind deep
love Atlantis.
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