Religion has never been a phase
That I was prone to go through
Now I pray to a temple everyday
My love, this temple is you
I annoint myself with oils
Your body's passion sweat
This temple's holy wine
Isn't a taste I'll soon forget
I lay a rug across the ground
And kneel ready to pray
But there's buckles to be undone
And cloth to move away
I notice that the sacred lamp
Has yet to be alight
So I stroke the glowing embers
Till a raging fire is in sight
I begin to pray but stop
The mood seems all wrong
I notice my altar isn't stable
My prayers must be awfully strong
I lay you down my love
And reposition my knees
I glance at you but I have a job to do
And a gorgeous god to please
I begin my prayers again
And my mouth does it's work
I lean forward in my eagerness
And pull my head back with a jerk
I hear your predatory moans
My temple's holy drums
As my prayer begins it's end
And my amen finally cums
I stop my worship then
As I give one final pull
I have pleased my handsome god
And my heart and mouth are full