Honest Man

A beautiful soul and no one can take it only you can make it. I sit her and think of all the great things you do to alleviate my mind controlling my emotioms, creatimg a bunch of physical imageries you lay on me keeping me in tune with you until i get you. Different but so much alike, My protector, My provider, My problem, My plead to be loved. i suck in your embrace and we create life. Me Mother god, Mother soul on that train with love on the brain my cranium determine you as the one to be close to.