So I'm still working on my book, "She." I'd like for this book to touch every phase of women (if possible). So in writing, I'm working on becoming a better writer and thinking outside of the box that I have allowed myself to be comfortable in. Your comments will be appreciated.
Thank you.

Outweighed Prayers

Sometimes it feels like my feelings outweigh my prayers.
Or maybe my prayers are still praying and my feelings are laced in handprints.
And I’m trying to keep God in mind,
But even He committed adultery disrespecting Joseph by giving Mary a baby Jesus.
Like her,
Maybe I can’t resist you.
And the thought of aborting my feelings for you are unrealistic.
Realistically speaking,
I’m afraid you don’t feel the same.
I drape thoughts over my mind disregarding vows,
But who’s to say you’d be ready to take me as your queen.
You’re everything.
I wish you’d take me as your missing rib…linked to kingdom come.
Often I think I’m wrong for thinking the way I do.
Like maybe your God is teaching you the right things and I’m your devil.
You're impose.
And I’d sell what’s left of the soul I have,
An even exchange for your heart.
I wish you’d over indulge yourself into my gates of heaven,
And become one with my pulse.
Beat with me…
How can I write you a love poem different from those you’ve read before?
And make you believe in-
Should be’s,
Suppose to be’s,
Meant to be’s?
Love there’s so many things I’ve got to tell you…
Though sometimes I wish I didn’t know how.
Because then,
Well then maybe my feelings wouldn’t outweigh my prayers.
And following my heart wouldn’t be a sin.
Judged,
A women meeting her match with fate.
They say if it’s meant.
I try not to hold my breath,
But sometimes my lips would rather the oxygen of our mouth to mouth sensation.
Creating generations with our eyes closed.
I guess I was meant to be a cheater, taking peaks.
Though I just want to make sure dreams really do come true.
And your touch is magic…
Though they call it adultry.

By: Ebpoetry
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