Are like a warm blanket
Covering the cold in a cold weather.
When we were small,
We used to dream about big things.
But poverty was none of them
As it is so big and rife.
For love, never offer your hearts in abundance
As that may cause you to ride an ambulance
Because of heartaches and headaches
For dreams and promises require high stakes
Son make your mom proud,
And she willsend you blessings from above.
Make her so proud in such a way that,
She visits you every night in your dreams.
If I ask God to bless you,
Would you give Him praises
Or me as I was instrumental
In you receiving those
Opened a bit and my man
Knocking at the door so gentle and kind
My mind is borrowed far away
Only feeling the touches and
Swiftly whirling while his hands
Crying and trying
Tastes sweeter than anything
I have ever tasted.
Kissing and caressing you - What a flow!
The spark blazing flames uncontrollable - A feeling
Blood lusting criminals
Are everywhere roaming and thirsting
For blood of innocent people.
In their veins lust is desperately