A free verse from a self acclaimed slave Wriggling within your warmth is a war I wouldn’t want to win… a definite determination to be defenseless. Strike me severally with series of sensations. Pre and post war, I present myself as a prisoner. If people call it an imprisonment, I’ll say it’s false. Shove me into your shackles, I see no shame. Hold unto me like a hopeless hostage. I hope you’ll refuse all presented ransom. Let me be bound by the beauty of your bosom. Exempt me from all expressions of emancipation Making your heart my home is now a habit. For as long as life lives on, I’ll also linger. A free verse from a self acclaimed slave. Lanre Badmus The Poetic Assassin January 2025 Mississippi USA

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Masculine movements that solve a riddle- Around her waist, a wind of war wriggles. A management of many maneuver of muscles. No therapy can tame these teasing tussles. Body-parts in pursuit of passionate patterns. For vision, romantic rhythm needs no lantern. The willingness if a waist that wrestle for lust. She wouldn’t stop tiill the sun returns to dust. A casual calisthenics being overtly carried out. They both deserve Olympic medals, no doubts. Lanre Badmus The Poetic Assassin Mississippi USA January 2026

Doubt draws a diagram for my soul to see. Fastened to fate, my soul couldn’t flee. Despair with a dentition that deceives my heart. I fell like a seed, my root got trapped by earth. The blade of my belief has suddenly gone blunt. Surely, hope has fallen a victim of small fonts. Hesitancy with a hold the sleeves of a decision. Futility also flings her fangs with utter precision. Doubt with a deliberate determination to deliver. The Chinese fable of a little horse and a river. Lanre Badmus The Poetic Assassin Mississippi USA January 2026