LUST~

Self control entails living in denial
It contradicts every immoral desire I’ve nurtured
A thing of sheer mockery to folks of similar disposition
I would never shut my eyes at the nakedness of a woman
Whether she be mine or another’s
Underage or above the age of consent
With my tongue armed with folly
I take pride in every successful deceit
I bask in the fashion of modern frenzies
Explored short-term thrills
Attracting the loveliest and most abrasive of women
Clearly, I do not care for a type
I will pay any amount just to make it happen
Broken, subdued or neglected
All women hold sentimental feelings
And yearn to be treated with utmost priority
In the guise of subtle affection
Guarded by rehearsed deception
I weave a way to her heart
Intent on destruction
Feminine power is a rampant phenomenon
More like a tale for lovestruck idiots
Who exaggerate the act of fondness
And settle in tender regard
An old acquaintance of mine
Who is equally reckless as I
Superior in authority
Insistently exploiting on younger girls and boys alike
Jeopardizing their academic progress
She must offer her body
In exchange for leniency
With the slogan
“Use what you have to get what you want”
In my folly I let karma slip into negligence
Risky choices birthing strained bonds
My foggy mind has remained sullied
To the detriment of my essence
How silly of me to forget that there will be retribution
It will be my actions against me
Worse still, my children
For that is the legacy of my name
Not lust
But lost in rot
Wraths which would have been averted by discipline.
… Nkiruka Omeke