The union of breath~ My spirit and my temple~ Meet in meditation.
I fill my shot glass~ And welcome in the spirits~ We dance with tequila.
I try to hold on~ The way my bedsheets cling on, to the scent of you.
My voice is my strength. No longer will I stifle the sound with fear.
I can be your gift~ Wrapped tight in lace and satin~ A sacred present~
The strength of your mind~ Is the tightrope that supports~ Internal balance.
Love is spiritual~ Penetrate the physical~ Enthrall the mental.