Lost In Lust (My Secret Sin) Poem by samson ogbeewi

Entangled in the cobwebs
Of this sin
Suffocating
under its compelling images

Solitude suddenly becomes
A flagellation
Of erotic stripes on my mind

Its flagrum is equipped
With very sharp toothed images
From the porns of yesteryears

Every moment of peace and quiet
Distorted
By the suggestions that erupts
On the sight of an Apple bottom or bubble butt

This generation have not made it any easier
A miniskirt generation:
Plagued with damsels
Who's waists dances to seduction reggae

After a day's hustle and bustle
The mind seeks comfort
Only from the sight of protruding nipples
That have escaped the cages of a bra

Every attempt of resistance
Brings me to
An erotic delirium

Then,
Lust comes
With a promise of freedom after masturbation...

Yet,
Every ejaculation
Was just a wasteful spill
Of the courage to say no