Golden Shower

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Invariably our best nights were those when it rained. - Thoreau

Kinky.

Masochistic moves and a flow that was yellow and slinky.

In her enthralling thong and Gestapo G-string.

Shiny beads and shallow flattery.

Trying to jump-start me but burning like an acid battery.

An unwanted, vitriolic rain.

Bringing not pleasure but pain.

Wanton water off a lame ducks back.

I resisted her sneak attack.

At the midnight hour.

Using all of my power.

In the mythical language of Babel's tower.

I stood firm against her ...

... golden shower ...

Author's Note

"Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer." - Thoreau