Procrastination Swaying seductively, batting her eyelids Only the strong can resist her charm Her scent calls her prey to dine with her “Dine with me for a little while.” she says “Stay the night, just this once.” She beckons Its so amazing, how one night multiplies into more nights Her seduction never wears off “She gives at no price.” Her prey whisper under the daze of her spell At no price? The wise and experienced know better The price her prey pay is more than the comfort she promises They leave scars on the skin of her prey Reminders of the endless nights of relaxation The pain outweighs the pleasure Soon the spell would wear off and they will have to face reality But some never learn their lessons They walk straight into her lair and drown in her façade of comfort “I offer comfort, let me put your worries to rest, lie at my bosom. She says in her raspy voice. Every time she reassures her prey not to leave until tomorrow When tomorrow comes, she says “tomorrow would come, don’t worry.” Tomorrow is an endless rollercoaster There would always be a tomorrow for tomorrow She drowns reality and reinforces fantasy At the end reality comes out tops And suddenly she can be of no help anymore Her seductive voice seems to be like the hissing of a snake She seems used to the “Had I known” chorus of the men that have filled her room If only her prey would listen carefully to the lyrics of the seductive music she plays Their feet would teach them to run Deji Adeyemi continues...... to run like a professional. But she keeps calling and calling... Her love is pain, her style is smooth, her move is sneak; snitching every second. She offers her prey candies, like babies they are joyed and grateful in acceptance. Like nurtured balm she soothes in the day, mid-day, night but at dawn, she kills like a snake. Even the ... innocent and naive are not speared, curious to find where her rattle abides, with stealth, generating enthusiasm, she calls everyone away hypnotising them with fruitless pleasure and by the time she wakes them up in the morning... ...they are ""chopped and screwed"" Procrastination, for you I compromise. Lured by your savour, I'm so out of my mind. Penny wise pounds foolish now makes loads of sense. Today either my ""death"" or your shall put us part.
Claim: Originally written by Nigerian Fiction Member 220 - Keke
Nigerian Fiction Title 95
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