Dear God,
Help me...
Who can find a virtuous women for her price is far...
Oh! For rapture,
How glorious it would be...
Master Po you have taught me to touch.
The rice paper I thought was too much...
I'm not wanting
inhibitions...
As the days grow weary and the skys turn gray
I depend on you to show me the way...
I was once a lost soul
I floated through life...
Fly
On my own...
At Heaven's Gates
All shall wait...
It feels like god is testing me
I'm confessing see but Satan steady stressing me...
To arms, to arms, there is a fight,
Heaven and Hell are in deathly plight...
She is...
my beautiful sister whom I love & adore...