My body, my temple.
My temple, where my lover worships
It’s the way he touches my face
To find his way to my cheeks
While moving his hands gently as a traveller using a map to find his paths
It’s the way he grabs my waist
He grabs it more closer to his warm, rigid body
Warm body that increases my heartbeat, just a little bit
It’s the way he kisses my sweet lips
Kisses my lips in a way
I want more and more of his kisses
It’s the way he touches my hips
Touches my two God-made treasures with passion felt by my heart
Connects them like diamonds, precious stones to be protected
Protected from everyone who might think of stealing them
It’s the way he glances at me
He glances at me like he sees the moon’s beauty in front of him
Glances with eyes with hearts inside
My lover is a good worshipper
My good body worshipper!