God May Be Sweet
like Sugar on Your Tongue,
She May Flirt ;
But Don't Take Herthey For Granted :
She Stings,
like A Queen Bee and Her Colony,
She Bites
like A Mother Wolf Educating Her Calf,
She Howls
like the Bird Salamating Her Hord,
She Eats
like The Hippotamus Stomping on Waters Bonded.
May YouWe Craint Her,
The Beast.
We Are The Same Beast ;
She Lets Us Be if We are Sage.
Don't Cry For God ;
You Are So Beautiful
She Couldn't Let You Alone,
Untouched
Unspoken To,
When You Cry Those's Tears of :
Forgive Me !
Please God, Forgive Me !
Shey Listens.
You are A Sweety Pie,
Doucie Py,
And God Has Been Hungry For This ;
Let Her Taste You,
Seduce Her,
So That She Might Be Thirsty
of Yoü.
