1717 Scripture Ave

I want a girl who rides with me on Sunday mornings Because everything about her says take me to church Curves make me yell preach We a little late but she says a queen always arrives on time The service is touching my heart, but I keep checking my watch for the time Because I just want to touch your soul with my lips Honestly your body has become meditation for me, and I just want to say a little prayer in the comfort of our home Your walls a sanctuary, sacred, symbolizing the synchronization of our holy matrimony You look so good in that dress, but my favorite part is letting my teeth undress You, Got me on my heels in them heels but I’ll still have you speaking in tongues Tied like my bow tie, slick in these pants but never slacking Your body is a sermon and I’m ready to preach Memorizing every curvature like the scriptures indeed You’re aging like fine wine I still marvel at the congregation of you like I’m admiring a sculpture in marble The shadows, the reflected light, the message of your art reminds me of a Sunday If she takes you to church turn to your neighbor and say, p.s. Amen…