Yahaya BalogunFriday, February 14, 2014
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Arizona, USA




am a woman with female power
Your beautiful bride, so radiant!
I have used my mother-nature(power)
To achieve my goals
Power that is carefully crafted
To smitten my nest for your lust

My nest is fertile with fecund love
It makes you lame and tame
For my beauty makes your brain
To take a French leave
To you love is blind;
Love to me is not blind
It has eyes with vision for night
A clear visual for day

Your love for me is a temporary insanity
Being cured by our marriage
Oh! My suitor-in-lust
Love is blind to your best interests
My love for you is far from being insane
I am anything but fool or blind
To my own interests, I see my wants

My mother had thought me in her womb
All weapons I need to arrest a man's love
I subsumed myself to unearth you
In the parallel universe
And to all codes I need after my cradle
To make my man my slave-nest

I have your emotional attachment
In my custody
I train my man to cord his feelings
Inseparably from my body( lust)
I have inseverably sentenced you
To the prison of love
As long as you crave for my body.

Contrary to norm
You chase me around until I caught you
You are firmly in my grip
As you have lost your freedom
My nest is for you to dwell
For as long as you lust me

My own love for you is a smoke
Made with fume of sigh
I have solid weapons at my disposal
Lust, love, romance and motherly care
Each is potent with unique purpose
To embellish my nest

Lust is an emotional disease
That metastasizes you to crave for me
At any cost
Love is an instrument that cords your feelings
With my smitten-nest and addicts you to my body(lust)
Romance beclouded your sense of judgement
To discern my hanky-panky
Motherly care is a marital buffer
That makes marriage lasts forever

On our wedding day
your smile was naturally authentic
As you danced away ignorantly
To the celebration of your own defeat

After our nuptial,
As we both dance to your vanquish
I saw empathy on the faces
Of men who had been married before you
As I kissed you in the glare of crowd
I soliloquize joyfully to my mind
That the fool is firmly in my nest-slave
I can use him the way I want eternally.

The fool has lost his freedom to me
As long as he lusts me
Woe! unto women with no power to command men
Woman power is gentle, kind and lovingly mischievous
Women who know how to use their natural power
Rule the (men's) world

By Yahaya Balogun,
Arizona, USA