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!