Your body is your temple
they say
but as his arms bend over my being
I've never felt that a simple touch could be so sacred
He hands me a beer with that peculiar grin
and I slide my fingers under his shirt
and as I bathe in the warmth of his chest
I swear I could speak in tongues or walk on water
just by listening my senses rage
For this I am sure
his body is my temple
where I immolate my sanity
but somehow I'm in peace
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