My Bed, I sleep in is you

To my Spiritual wife

 You are so beautiful

I had to take down my cross, to ask my Father, God

Could I write this

The distance that patience held these words

Every thought wasn't a dream to walk out my sleep to catch your Heart

For every moment I was carrying my tears out to eat dinner

I was talking about you, to the Bible

Deeply every thing I had on that night

Everyone was asking, who is love?

I said you But you wasn't there,

I remember my Pastor said  Just act like she is all ready hear

And when your Soul offer me kiss,

I felt the touches of your hand Take my man hood To realm of your Spirit

Where making love never grows old

How peaceful my body was humble, to have your smile take picture of me

 When the walk in park was lost, when we was riding the clouds without jet

I got to know so much more of you,

I watch my words dance a prayer

That said we can making love in hell

Where the Holy Ghost is the fire of our water

That baptize these words,That  you are my bed 

 By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-off Worshiper