Part Of Me Says Go, Part Of Me Says Stop.

I'm 37, I feel young. A man I met through church wants me. In my world no one tells you they 'want' you. I can't ignore it, stop thinking about it. He is divorced and his wife is still in our church. I would die if it got back to her.

I am not a libertine, but I have here and there lost my mind and virtue. I am not pure and untouched. I wonder if he knows that?

The option remains open, the next play is mine.

Half of me, below the waist, says call him. Half of me, above my shoulders, says leave it be.