The Romantic Christian

Who said romance and Christianity are mutually exclusive? Eh? Who said? It’s such misconceptions that leave our gorgeous curvaceous sistrenes at the mercies of R&B bad boys. 

Answer me this, was Solomon of God or not? Don’t tell me being dolu and POP are characteristics of piety and don papa spiritoism.

Ask Tele the advantages and heights his ‘Letters to my dear true wife’ landed him and you’ll see that you’re doing yourself if the only vibe you got is…is…”Wooww sister Belinda, what a well moulded creation you are by the Almighty.” It’s not carnal to describe your wife’s body to her. In fact, it’s a very shpiritwa thing. So I’m going to show you what I mean with this made-for-the-mrs piece.

You Turn Me On

You turn me on. Sweety, you just do, with the same ease cloth soaks water.

You turn me on holistically and comprehensively, cant you see you’ve made your point?

You turn me on spiritually. 

I kabare and shabara so easily with you.

You turn me on intellectually. 

Sometimes I feel like our convos are fit for a thesis discussion

You turn me on sexually. 

I doubt you notice it, but when u touch me and I cross my legs, there’s a solid reason.

You turn me on emotionally. 

You make being vulnerable so blissful.

You turn me on ambitiously.

 My dreams cant fit into earth’s pants anymore.

You turn me on hilariously; 

cracking me up in more ways than a China hitting concrete. 

You turn me on deliciously. 

How do you do those chicken wings? Myyyyy goodness!

You turn me on hygienically. 

I didn’t know bathing twice a day was this possible.

It’s like there’s no off switch with you. 

You never got the load shedding memo eh? Always turning me on.

I have the silliest grin on right now. 

One of those super super silly ones that come from 

imagining over seven decades of being constantly turned on.

Hiiiiiiishwiishiieeiisshwiiiiii.

Lol. #KeepTurningMeOn