The Whore called "Procrastination"

It's simple...procrastination...

Procrastination
Swaying seductively, batting her eyelids
Only the strong can resist her charm
Her scent calls her prey to dine with her
“Dine with me for a little while.” she says
“Stay the night, just this once.” She beckons
Its so amazing, how one night multiplies into more nights
Her seduction never wears off
“She gives at no price.” Her prey whisper under the daze of her spell
At no price? The wise and experienced know better
The price her prey pay is more than the comfort she promises
They leave scars on the skin of her prey
Reminders of the endless nights of relaxation
The pain outweighs the pleasure
Soon the spell would wear off and they will have to face reality
But some never learn their lessons
They walk straight into her lair and drown in her façade of comfort
“I offer comfort, let me put your worries to rest, lie at my bosom. She says in her raspy voice.
Every time she reassures her prey not to leave until tomorrow
When tomorrow comes, she says “tomorrow would come, don’t worry.”
Tomorrow is an endless rollercoaster
There would always be a tomorrow for tomorrow
She drowns reality and reinforces fantasy
At the end reality comes out tops
And suddenly she can be of no help anymore
Her seductive voice seems to be like the hissing of a snake
She seems used to the “Had I known” chorus of the men that have filled her room
If only her prey would listen carefully to the lyrics of the seductive music she plays
Their feet would teach them to run

Deji Adeyemi continues......
to run like a professional.
But she keeps calling and calling...
Her love is pain, her style is smooth, her move is sneak; snitching every second.
She offers her prey candies, like babies they are joyed and grateful in acceptance.
Like nurtured balm she soothes in the day, mid-day, night
but at dawn, she kills like a snake.
Even the ... innocent and naive are not speared, curious to find where her rattle abides, with stealth, generating enthusiasm, she calls everyone away hypnotising them with fruitless pleasure and by the time she wakes them up in the morning...
...they are ""chopped and screwed""

Procrastination, for you I compromise.
Lured by your savour, I'm so out of my mind.
Penny wise pounds foolish now makes loads of sense.
Today either my ""death"" or your shall put us part.

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Claim: Originally written by Nigerian Fiction Member 220 - Keke

Nigerian Fiction Title 95