Poetry

Dreaming of Bringing You Back

A mysterious encounter.

Glenn Stok
Nov 7, 2019 · 1 min read
Photo by Callie Morgan on Unsplash

My mind wanders more
When I close the bedroom door.

I try to fall asleep
But memories of you make me weep.

My active roaming mind
Disregards that you were unkind.

I still feel the wounds, and nonetheless
I remember your kookiness.

I close my eyes to visualize
How close I was to my demise.

I’ll soon awaken once again.
I know I need a better plan.

Maybe I could bring you back
If you promise not to attack.

I let you go before,
But my fetish wants some more.

It was fun to cuddle
Despite the kink and struggle.

Now I need more sleep
I think I’m in too deep.

Before our next submissive session
I owe you this honest confession.

When I took you by the hand
It was for a one-night stand.


I write more all the time.
Not just rhythm and rhyme.
I make an effort to elucidate
As I share my thoughts to educate.

Copyright © 2019, Glenn Stok

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I write across 20+ niche websites to help and inspire you with what I’ve learned from research and experience. Author Website: www.GlennStok.com

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

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