If Sex Could Speak

If I could speak, I would tell you that this is not what I was created for. I was never meant to be used to manipulate, to control, or to destroy. I was not given to humanity to be a weapon of lust, a tool for cheating, or a means of competing for attention. Yet that is what I have become in your hands.

I was created as a gift. A sacred expression of love, given by God to be shared between a husband and a wife who honour Him. I was designed to unite, not divide. To bring intimacy, not shame. To strengthen covenant, not break it. In the beginning, I was pure, purposeful, and protected within the boundaries that made me safe.

But you removed those boundaries. You took what was holy and made it common. You turned me into entertainment, into addiction, into something casual and disposable. I have been used to seduce, to betray, and even to harm the innocent. Children have suffered under the distortion of what I was never meant to be. I was not created for abuse. I was not created for darkness.

Now I am everywhere, yet I mean less than ever. I am pursued without understanding, indulged without restraint, and celebrated without wisdom. What was once a blessing has, for many, become a source of pain, confusion, and bondage.

If I could speak, I would call you back to truth. I would remind you that I was never the problem, but the misuse of me is. I would tell you that within God’s design, I am still good. Still pure. Still a gift.

But outside of it, I become something else entirely.