It has to stop

It starts with a peck

It becomes a kiss

We are not having sex

We are just kissing

Yes, we are not married

But who decides whether we can or cannot kiss

It is a harmless kiss because of the lust we share

Television says it okay

The society says it is okay

My body says it is okay

Everybody is doing it

So it is okay

I sleep over at his house

Clean, cook for him

I wash his clothes and play house

Perhaps he will see the wife in me and propose

I forget that my body is the temple

The temple of the highest God

The temple Jesus came to redeem

The temple I must present as a living sacrifice

Taking part of the Lord’s body

Joining it to a man who hasn’t said the words……I do

A man who most likely keeps me to the side

Because I confuse love with lust

I forget that I am precious

I forget that the good Lord considers me so precious

That he sent His son

His only child to die in my stead

No! This has to stop!

It is no longer mine

No long my body

But part of Jesus’s bride

I will go back to Father

In repentance and Faith

To live out His plan and purpose

Because I am loved