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A Wet October Night

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.