Made By God
Knock, knock, knock, I hear at my door.
My heart beats faster, as I cross the floor.
Anticipation rises, as I reach out my hand.
I open the door, and there does she stand.
I reach out my hand, and pull her inside.
My heart is so full, I felt it did cry.
My arms are around her, our lips they do to touch.
Her tong enters slowly, but gently, not much.