My body is your sacred temple,
where every scar speaks of love’s battle that you've won over me.
soft and rough,
tender and sweet,
the most loyal hour,
My skin and soul are your wonderland,
only you hold the key in your hand.
The fragile garden, soft flowers bloom,
a place for you to contemplate and consume.
A home for your endless journey,
to resting your anger,
A foundation for your heart's deepest honesty.