Temple Love

Your body is my temple.

Your footsteps are my holy ground.

Your touch is a sin I willingly commit. 

Your kiss is a forgiveness I do not deserve. 

Though you give them to me freely. 

I come to you with no gifts,

save the love of my heart.

And though others have come to your door,

with piles of gold,

pages of flowery words, 

and beauty beyond compare;

you chose me. 

And I will never understand

why someone who has walked with Gods,

could possible love a mortal soul like mine.

But I promise to worship that love for all of my life.