Southern Fried Love

CATEGORY

Sun kissed hips and southern fried thighs,
Perfectly tan skin...My spirit is light.
Gold in my soul, I am strengthened by me father.
Head up ... Step steady: i hear the anceastors wisper in my ear.
I dwell in the secret place of the most high, and abide under the shadow of the Almighty....
My voice like warm honey over buttermilk biscuits; i encourage my king standing at his left side.
My heart is his home ... I fortify his spirit ... build him up in preparation of the cruelty and cold of the outside world.
He is my covering ... in his arms i am safe.
Protected are my emothios,deep are his devotions.
Equal energy exchange; Lion and Lioness ... two spirits that cant be tamed.