On my way home alone,
At night,
In the rain,
I met 2 young women.
Oh The delight
Of sin.
But only rain
Fell that night.
On my way home alone,
At night,
In the rain,
I met 2 young women.
Oh The delight
Of sin.
But only rain
Fell that night.
I am quite attracted to sin Kevin
We are all fallen creatures Lorraine. Some more so than others … Many thanks for commenting. Kevin
Very true Kevin. Me probably more than many 😀. Love the poem.
Hey wait a minute though. Who says it is sin anyway? Who or what defines sin? 😀😀
Indeed, who does define sin, Lorraine? My own view is that provided what goes on is between consenting adults, that it is none of my affair. I don’t like people imposing their morals on me, and I don’t try to foist my view of morality on others. I’m pleased you like my poem. All the best. Kevin
My view is the same as yours Kevin. It is sad that so many feel they can foist their views onto others
Sounds like you didn’t fall from grace then 😉
You are right, Angela. Well at least on this occasion I didn’t
Love the poem. Only rain fell that night. You’ve not fallen from Grace then. At least, not then!
I’m delighted you enjoyed my poem, Vivienne. As Hamlet says, we are all crawling between earth and heaven … Best wishes. Kevin