Day after day, she came
tiptoeing and creeping
stalking and eavesdropping
She was riding on the wings of emotion
Night after night, she spoke
persisting with soft whispers
a voice laden with desire
echoing words of sexual allure

She is gasping and dying
from the venom of the arrow of lust
Passion had set its fire
consuming every robe of caution

O irresistible diva
Her daily randy invitations
you’ll gladly endorse
Her many kinky enticements
you won’t dare refuse

The goddess of kiss and death
had found a lad to romance
But each would weary the other
Each would disappoin’ the other
where love and lust collide
This little thing, she’d say
This great sin, he’d rather say

Strange and strangely unrelenting
He was really a lover
The type she wanted
The type she won’t be granted
because love does conquer

Maybe this kind does conquer
Maybe this kind should conquer
Maybe this kind did conquer
Even in the fiercest of battles

For there lay the victim
all day, bemused
The lust of the mistress
foiled and o’erpowered
by love for the master

Ogaga Eruteya is a Christian minister, writer, poet and speaker from Nigeria. He writes on Faith, Personal Development, Youth Development, and Life Realities. Read more of his writings and learn more about him at www.faithandliving.com