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Mon, 09/09/2013 - 22:04 -- allaw

If my body is a temple,

you are my act of worship.

I yearn for your touch,

yet they quote "the Truth."

I indulge in your warmth,

and they reference "the Word."

I trace the lines of your lips,

only they point to "the Lord."

"the Truth" be told,

it is only you I desire to hold.

"the Word" above,

is that I need only your love.

"the Him" I want, 

even their criticism cannot daunt.

They pray to their savior,

and prey on mine.

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