The sweetest thing that cannot amount,
To a spoonful of yellow honey...

Rocks and Stones staring at this path,
Of this road of life...

Love is Religious,
Sex is the Offering...

If he was born Black in his era,
Bound by chains of spiritual duty to serve...

Rays of late realisation and enlightment,
Filter in through my mind's window...

We fitted perfectly -hand and glove
Would die to see u and was dying just seeing u...