I see you hold her hand,
Then grasp her waist, she smiles.
Then peck her on the cheek.
You whisper something into her ear,
And even I am alurred.
But if your hand on mine yields sin,
If your arm around my waist stirs up lust,
If that peck violates my faith,
And your whisper deafens my heed to God,
Then I forfeit those ‘favours’.
If your holding me has a hold on me,
A hold of guilt that never leaves,
Then don’t hold me I plead.
Do not excite my flesh please,
For I’d rather have a needy flesh,
Than throw my soul to hell.
For trading light for darkness.♥