Dangerous Terms Poem

Everybody needs a glass of love
To chase the hate away
Pain with each pluck of my beautiful rose
Maybe later we can go up to the moon
Or sail among the stars before the night is through
O’ when morning comes we'll see the sun is not so far
And we can't get much closer to God than where we are
Two souls
O eye fuckin, eye fuckin
Body gliding like the waves
O this lonless
Darkness with no reach
With each feelings of past tense
Fade with the smoke
In my grandmothers kitchen
Sin to think of those three words
Sitting there with a smile of sunshine
O eye fuckin
Having a brotha feiding you like a fiend
Deliverance of nightfall
Moon hitting two bodies
Casting shadow of pleasure
Making O
In my grandmothers kitchen.

BY: CuBby "KUMA" GolDen