A Wet October Night

MendedFences27

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.

 

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2020 21:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: To be or not to be drawn into her web.
  • Category: Fantasy
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  • Fay Slimm.

    OOooh is the She who must be obeyed whatever the weather - - an eerie first read of my day makes me look twice through the rain lashing my windowpanes to see who is weaving webs here - great atmospherics in this piece of well rhymed whimsey Phil.

    • MendedFences27

      A poem of emancipation from a devilish lure. I thank you for taking the time to comment Maybe your rain was the same rain that inspired this Small world.

    • Neville

      you have no idea how close I came to vowing never again when I saw your title ...

      I could see it was raining (an understatement) but it was .. or appeared to be broad daylight ...

      For a moment or two I thought I had lost a couple of months ...

      this is really something Phil .. and it is such a relief to know I'm not the only one with kinky cravings .....

      ... Neville

      • MendedFences27

        I think I've written too many poems about or including rain. It's a wonder I've not drowned. If what you say is true, I've got a short story I wrote for Halloween that you may enjoy. Thanks for reading my stuff.

        • Neville


          nowt but a pleasure Phil and all mine .... let me have it sir .. I will gladly check it out ...



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