Love Language
Swahili sighs on blue baited breath
Soothing solitary soul of black
You hold my hand and play with my hair
Keeping kente anxiety back
Your caress and kiss curl my toes
Make me dream of being your wife
But in our hearts we already know
We are one joined by the Christ
Got a sweet tooth for a taste of you
And your caramel sugar daddy ways
You do things you know I love
You give me purple praise
You still leave up the toilet seat
In many ways you are the plumber
You fix most everything
What you can’t you find the thunder
Love is bringing me what I need
And asking me what I want
It’s singing laughing sharing
hearing all day all night long
It’s letting me love you
And kiss you on your neck
It’s knowing you need me too
Being so kind as to confess
Love language can change
But love for us will not
Making love in God’s name
Is what keeps us hot.
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2023
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