No amount of writing can change what i have done
some form of sin I've committed which for me...

To god i give glory
because of god's will i have a story...

When we first really started talking u were sick
soon her illness disappeared like a magic trick...

If that never happened we would have never met.
you wouldn't be his junk and you wouldn't be my...

The man i was yesterday is died and gone
The man i grew up to be is fast and strong...

The girl is your special paint and brush.
She would heal your wounds in a rush...

Run but where will you go? if you hide; know one...

She felt the warm embrace as i touched her thigh...
She looked me in the eyes...

I'm just trying to find the one who can hold my...
Who shares the passion deep inside...

She moves with grace
the flow of her hands...

When your eyes open to this world
give me a text or call...

Her moans makes me go wild
her desires and wants makes me lose my style...