A Wet October Night
The night rain bangs against my window
seeking entry being wind-blown flat.
Lightning flashing through the slats.
I sit imagining, who was that?
As thunder thrills the window panes
I then dream, where is she now?
Is she somewhere doing that?
Once upon a cold December eve
with snow rising higher and higher
and her photos sizzling in the fire
the acrid climax of our desire
I wondered then how she’d go away
and dreamt that she had found
a lonely lover keen to drive her.
Now upon this wet October night
I am spent of all aspirations.
Knowing well my limitations
I cannot answer her invitations.
Though I slept with her kinky cravings
and felt her hidden dark-side passions
I must proclaim my emancipation.