Come in to live and die in my temple it is sacred, yet access has been granted to you
Come in to live and die in my temple it is not to be shared, but it is to be cherished by you
Come in to live and die in my temple it is made to be adored by you
Come in to live and die in my temple it is allowed for you to savor the welcoming warmth through it’s loving embrace of you
Come in to live and die in my temple it is made to accommodate your every slow careful and treasured entrance or fast hard and feral entrance
Come in to live and die in my temple it is to be worshipped at your leisure, but be thorough
Come in to live and die in my temple it is never to be left without making it shudder and sigh and taking all you have to give
Come in to live and die in my temple
Just a poem with a double meaning