A desire drags deeper into my domain.
Sensual sensation with sinful stains.
Round the clock, it clamps with no caution.
My mind is being maneuvered into a motion.
A desire with the dirtiest of drapes.
I quake beneath a temptation’s landscape.
I’m about to make ‘a mistake’ my liberator.
Expression that’ll make ‘excuse’ my exonerator.
A desire that demands a degree of commitment.
Caution isn’t allowed to curl around this commencement.
Lanre Badmus
The Poetic Assassin
Mississippi USA
January 2026