Lost At Last To Lust
Out of my be jeweled gown,
A well-tailored dark brown,
I smugly lie down,
My brow releasing from its academic frown…
Now, I’m a package on a fluffy bed sheet,
Any flesh would hurriedly greet,
Speedily decide to meet,
At it madly rush,
And against it brazenly brush!
My mind is a computerized mesh,
A sensual chapter opened afresh …
***! I might soon be fathering a baby,
From unintended tactlessness in a hotel lobby,
And as soon a life readying for the crèche.
Fourteen years back was she wedded?
The ring signaling the event not faded:
And I had since with her been on greeting terms…
With our pleasantries multiplying like modern germs!
Already, a love not listening to reason,
But me assuring that it shall last a season:
A program of pasturing in Libido,
Adulterous grasses and shrubs, the meadow,
As inexcusable as its “Wherefore”,
It’s rather bizarre “Therefore”.
That’s the love I’m now daring;
A drunk one, bad in caring,
Only powerful behind banged doors,
Spotting a hundred moral sores…
All about the silliest gasps,
For ignited moans and rasps,
And a still prized proud waist,
By my craving lusts the only thing I should taste,
Me ceaselessly urging to tag along,
While composing and singing its own song.
Now, methinks freely we rattle,
While lust keeps winning nearly every battle?
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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