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His word

Sometimes he gives me his word
& sometimes his words enter my soul
It's like he's been here before
My attention he seeks
While his scriptures are inscripted between my thighs

I close my eyes and listen to the flow of this music
       He now plays
As my hips began to sway
My back begins to arch
Freely as he makes his mark
I explore another side of his mind
As he pushes deep inside.....Me....

Soft breaths brushed against the nape of my neck..
              He is....
He is into my skin,Im onto his flow
Breathing heavy,bodies shaking
Where does time really go
Look at  Me...Look at You
Our bodies now pressed together
A pigmented caramel Hue
But I...But you have witnessed

The softest wisps of Grace
& He "whispers" open wide
As he pours his spirit into my dying space
His love flooded my soul
As i layed their awake,to see this perfect reflection of peace
Gently and willingly speak the words that always knock me
Off my feet...I love you..I love us

Sometimes he gives me words
And sometimes he gives me meaning to learn
Exactly what i need to be loved
Written by perfectlyimperfect
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