The orgasm has replaced the Cross as the focus of longing and the image of fulfillment.”
― Malcolm Muggeridge

How did I get here? I was special, I was precious and delicate, I was a thing of beauty to behold and cherish, I was meant for consummation, set apart with a purpose; be fruitful and multiply (Gen 1:28). I was a uniting force, to make two->one (Gen 2:24); defying all mathematical reasoning. I was a well thought and structured art, I was poetic, divine, sacred and holy. I sealed the deal on MATRIMONY!

So tell me, how I became the darkness of this time, how I became the joke of the media, how I became the secret of the church, how I became a youthful competition of vibrancy, how? how did I fall from Glory, how did I become a substitute for love, how did I become  a “quickie”? The art within me broken and degraded, today I perform in every nook and cranny forming ties with no restraint. The bonds I form go beyond your condoms, contraceptives or protection of any form, not even an early withdrawal can stop the equation I form (2=1, Gen 2:24).

Dear church, I was put under your ordinance yet you let me slip away, you made me the elephant in the room, why can’t you be like King Solomon and bask in my beauty so the youths know there is more to me, haven’t you learnt, that anything you shy away from, the world capitalizes upon and makes it a weapon against you.

You push them away by speaking solely of my wrath and thorns, you forget I possess roses as well. You need to teach them how I go beyond the flesh, how each orgasm is much more than arched backs and sperms, but intercourse, a build of bridges between souls, how would they learn my depth if you don’t teach them?

 

And to you my lovely youths, yes I am SEX, I am like the fruit of the forbidden tree in the garden of Eden, I am golden and I stare down at you, I chase after you, I flow within you in hormones, I torture your every waking thought, I know it is written that I should not be touched before the due time, I know it seems difficult but I need you to try delayed gratification, because like every fruit, eating me unripe or in excess always causes you to purge.

Treat me like a treasure, not for pleasure, adore and value me, respect me because I am powerful, you are a product of my art, I am a gift from God, do not misuse me, do not waste me, I am a sack of responsibility. I AM SEX!