My temple

You claim my name is on your body
Your queen of life is me
But as I walk threw out my day
That name I do not see
Your body is my temple
Not yours but mine to claim
And when you ask me who owns mine
My answer is the same
Your lips your chest your manly parts
My breast my click is yours
But that that temple is not mine
Through out my head it soars
Other girls their hands dance on your body
Your name flows off their lips
And occasionally your hands run
Free and grab hold of their hips
But yet I turn the other way
Say something I dare not
While other girls are wrapped round you
Just standing in my spot
Your body is my temple
That’s what you said to me
So why then when I look at you
That temple I don’t see