Guilty Pleasure

The devil is before me

With his lies

Dangling the fruit, I dare not

Taste or dream of.

With his sweet voice and

Smile of poison

Leads me on a path

Riddled with hidden secrets

And enclaves of lies.

My feet involuntarily move on

I am getting dragged

Drowning and doused

In his lies of roses.

Thorns of invisibility

And there I lay.

Let him kiss me

With his lethal being

Sip from his dripping

Pool of venom

And he tastes good

But he's not you.

With the urgency of a rape

Tears me apart.

With calloused fingers

And a large palm.

Cups my tiny frame

Rocks me till my eyes drop.

And when he puts his tongue

In me

As loud as five horns will I cry

from the pain of pleasure.

Writhe from the sheer bliss

Of him.

As distant as the cock crow

Of five AM

I hear the promise of your love;

But my heart palpitates

To the rhythm of his dance;

Rocky and fast.

Breathless and guilty

He makes me.

The devil is before me

With a smile of venom.

Dangling the fruit, I dare not

And I took a bite.

Nkem Oyaghire