My body is my temple.

I am not here to proselytize.

Something beautiful stands before you,

you, too caught up to actualize

that which within your heart

you've acknowledged to realize.

My heart beats in tandem.

My love colours beyond me,

through this temple,

through the skies.

These eyes have a propensity

to fixate upon the yang.

This heart feels not a pang.

Perhaps one day

a likewise mutual kind of lover

will cum between these thighs,

and if not as may be,

celibacy does not demoralize.