21st Century Parasite
Marriage has lost its security and the vow, its invincibility
especially in a generation so saga and scandal loving
and a society rarely frowning its face to traditional unfaithfulness.
Setting up the stage for lots of pests
to freely and openly infest in the neighbourhood,
social circuses and especially office places.
Eligible married men constantly diverging from patient feminine traps
while their glowing female counterparts,
in constant struggles with ambitious masculine tricks
both now part of a system
contributing to what makes life full of life.
Different scenarios, multiple tales, one of which is of a she-viper.
The claim of the reason behind her attraction
is his decency and emotional accomplishments.
Ironically, wanting him to become bad because he is good.
The moment the Ice cream is served is the time it begins to melt.
Whether it is licked or not.
If caution and an absolute stand point are not well expressed,
a working adventure or an extra-official pleasure
then becomes a life-all-round-disaster.
Discomfort from such heat with a cooling effect is difficult to resist
and when all defenses are dropped,
any man would forget it was actually an attack.
She steals every moment to be loosely informal in words or in actions,
fine crossed legs germinating from silly skirts,
nipple-flaunting roundies, seemingly fighting against any covering
which are quick to dance to the rhythm of his curious attention
and rejoice in their expected victory on his shocked eyes.
He rebuffs her advances with “I am married”
she counters with “the ring makes you a kinda hot”
“I have a family who needs me” is his redemptive shield
to her strategy of keeping him longer, after the day’s gone
“no wonder, you’re so caring to everyone around you” she flatters.
He cautions her civil mannerlessness and moral carelessness
“there’s no harm, it’s my body, you can choose not to look”
She assures.
He tries never to sit opposite of her during official gatherings,
licking of the pen’s tip with her red lips, showing off a wet erotic tongue
and several eye contacts
each sending the same message is his regular torment.
When a man is naughty, he’s a pervert
but if it is a woman then she’s naturally hot and cute.
This is her enjoyment, taking full liberty
in the fun of his resistance, avoidance and attempted distance.
She’s always readily available to render him services
systematically gaining acquaintance with his mind
through regular presence mostly obscene.
When such a link is established,
the longing becomes mutual from both ends
as colleagues or partners, the situation could still be within reach of salvation;
as a subordinate or the boss,
the circumstance becomes a prolonged, trickery and devastating one.
Then the eye finally opens to realize it is already blind
and staying briefly or permanently so
is then left to gossips, the society and family to decide
because at this point he is no longer a victim.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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