If my soul rests upon this lustful feminine
Don’t mourn dear family
I have found a place so comfortable
It renders earth incomparable


I am lost in lust
soaked in dust, bathed with rust
Ah! This place is like eternity!
Pure, sacred, I think one of the angel’s commodity

Allow me, maybe once, twice or more
Pure me, not with diluted massage but raw
I would not do it again!
Arabinrin, ero mi ni ko koko ordain

Be careful of the zone for the lost - lust!

Be careful of the zone for the lost – lust!

I am lost in words
Long for lust
Ouch! This place is like eternity
Pure, sacred, I think one of the angels commodity

Don’t you know how I feel?
Wanting, horny…rubbish, don’t you know you can kill?
I’ve learnt of Carolina
But your body tortured me like Hausa bilala

This feminine must be poikilothermic
Wet! Now! As if she contacted a chronic epidermic
She seems to be heterotrophic
My body she lives as if she’s saprophytic

Inspired by a poet

(c) Seyi Omotoso, 2015.


I  was born on 19th Feb. 1996. I hail from Ikire the land of Dodo, Osun state. I attended Holy Cross Catholic Primary School, Ikire. Having graduated, I was admitted to  Saint Augustine’s Commercial Grammar School where I was elected as the Social prefect boy of my set. I was then one of the competitors group, a group said to be the community of the intellectuals. Having succeeded in the secondary school, I opted to study Medicine in the great citadel of knowledge; The Lagos State University, Ojo which was successful but to a different course, Physics.



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