Gospel Truth
Poetry transformed
Vibrated through
microphones
Ladies don't
give away your moans
freely
Entice with your eyes
come back
In nine months
full of surprise.
Nothing could be better
than creating another you
You and I, the gospel truth.
If you don't mind
I'd like to preach
about it
for an hour or two
While your
eyes unfold
the greatest gift
my ears have ever heard
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