http://stephenjohnmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/bench-and-sky.jpg 565 850 Stephen John http://stephenjohnmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Stephen-John-Logo_Black-1030x518.png Stephen John2017-06-26 22:03:372018-07-27 17:03:10My Body Is/Was A Temple
My body is/was a temple, a sacred place for me
A place of beauty, a space of peace, where I can meet with me
Where God and I would converse, discuss and disagree
Pondering on the universe, ponder eternity.
My body is/was a temple, with wonderfully made
Curves, hips, thick lips and thighs
Six pack, biceps, legs…eyes… behold
A treasured, to respected and honour
As all temples should be
Taking time to feed it, so it would take care of me.
My body is/was a temple, but it’s the main attraction
A trophy, a prize on display in the butcher’s market
In pumps and minis, jeans so skinny and bosoms well revealed
A flirt, a beer, a bump and grind
A twist of rum and rind
My body is/was a temple, and it is no matter how I dress
So why does it enjoy being objectified and other times reject?
Pop music says I’m important, because my booty can roll
Drake says because my hotline rings, you better answer that phone
Joe is looking for the subway
And with Joe, I’m happy to go down low.
My body is/was a temple, but now it’s all confused
Temple or savannah… free fares to see it move
It’s eye candy, it’s a treat, come see me by the bar
You pay for the display, of disguised waitresses and waiters.
My body is/was a temple, let’s fight to make it free
Let loose because we can, released from testosterone’s captivity
Keep testosterone as breeders only thinking with one head
Teach them to be lustful morons, yes! pump it in their head
My body is/was a temple, but we’ll soon have to choose
A temple is more than concrete, but a place of worth and value
Where I can be me as designed to be with no disparity
Where light is right and guides my life, and my body, yes this body is his space.
My body is…a…temple
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