Stolen Passion
Dear sister Grace
I hope you don't grieve
For i had to leave
to wash away my sin
And to pay for my deed
I know it's hard
for you to forgive me
many a times I've heard
you swearing on your knee
you will slit the throat
of whom wears your coat
I didn't bribe God
to give this face have got
nor did i make my heart
to love the man you adore
i know how much it hurts
he is tender ,loving and handsome
wild and dangerous in bed
a hypocrite and liar in life
with this he possess under his belt
be worry the number of women is numerous
i couldn't stand him
but fell to the rhythm of his hymn
he got the charm that made me fall into his harm
the bright and white sexy eyes
sister ,don't you see
i had no choice
or even the reluctant voice
to try and stop him
and for my weakness i have to plea
i am really sorry!
he touched me once,not twice
and truly I was no longer wise
his hand was magic
making my temperature rise
as it went down my pelvic
he does do it well
leaving me tired and dirty
with a new ignited desire
to wait him swell
and take me even hire
sister, i know you knew
that to get he will
your fear was real
we share a mother
but we cant share our children's father
goodbye dear sister
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