Souls And My Body

'God' owns my soul my soul and my body is crowned or gowned my soul will go back from whence it came i am a man and as such i make no familial demands your jewels and precious, takes freely i wash my hands of under your face as you smile discarded by you, i like them best snugly on you, as you, do as you do confessing i have, i have more than once drank from the gutter, water of smiles tucking that which is around that which supports it and in the end, it is uniform cleft as the face, lips exposed without subtle is milked, being and inside my mind, my soul can live with each path that you bend to around too your will.