When letters compliment words

Time without you is still looking for air
Where the essence of a imagination
Call us lovers
Because a story couldn't find
A ending to share a story
Where sex
Had to retired to call us a intercourse
When I said I love you
My spirit pull back her soul
To show her
That every flower was asking for her heart
We left a message just to breath
For every time we kiss
Our touches became the wealth
That gave paper money
When we were wireless before a connection
Had a code
To give each body party conversation
When love is really being used holy
Praying for each other
Taught our feeling how to pray
BY Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper