by Profe Steve
If a body is a temple, Then yours is my cathedral.
My altar is your visage, I worship in your gaze.
Each kiss I bring an offering, Devotion and the song I sing.
My heart and soul I gladly give, To burn in your breath, to make me live.
Oceans live inside your eyes, Lofty mountains, glistening skies.
Landscapes held within your hands, Jungles dim and blazing sands.
I lay my heart before your feet And offer you its every beat.
Lifting worship like a prayer, Each deep secret now laid bare.