Come on. Let’s take a picture together.
With a panoramic view and a psychedelic feel
I want us to make love with the Lord’s every creation
With our eyes open for wounds, and hands for healing.
People aren’t poems, but we reduce them into words
And describe them with a ginger beard and gingerbread?
Oh no, I don’t know where this talk is going
After all, I bed you so poetically
That my feet desire a walk to where your eyes gaze at
And now, I’m plagued with love bites.
Undoubtedly, as the rainbow falls over my heiress beauty
Believing you are more than enough!