Cold Night


Cold night in the air

Soft breeze on my back,

Yet soon it must feel

The whip's cruel crack!


Wielded by woman

Seems gentle and fair.

Yet be not deceived,

But, rather, beware!


For she must appease

The gathering mob,

My absence from pain

She must callously rob!


And then shall I kneel

To kiss her white sneaker.

An act of contrition

To stronger, by weaker! 






Popular posts from this blog

Between The Toes

My Job