The Alley Cat At Midnite
The storm thrashed the sides of the house
trees bend to touch the ground
rain drops fall heavily on fragile leaves
gutters fill to overflowing
spilling its slobber onto the dry streets
Midnight clouds give no cover to exposed hearts
burdened with an intense need for a dose of love,
but there is always the promise of her door opening
and the welcoming fragrance of roses and gardenias
Colorful flowers sprinkled in her golden hair greet me
poured in her satin, body hugging tiny dress
she stirs my fires already lit
I seek the warmth of the bright hue in her soft green eyes
She appears like a lover’s promise in spring,
but promises are just like dreams, misleading fantasies
my assurances are unable to compete with my past lies
and hunger for sex speeches don't persuade
I hear the same tired sounds of rejection
words I know so well
the darkness of midnight invites me
to move on to seek satisfaction elsewhere …
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