A Night

‘Tell me of love’ She beseeched of me

As the night rolled on endlessly.

Never stopping she made her demands,

As I complied to her passionate commands.

This way, that way! I begged for a rest.

Have a smoke, catch a breath.

‘Take your time’ enticingly I cried.

It was not the truth. I had lied.

I wanted away. I wanted space.

I had not asked for such erotic pace.

I ached, my body wore weak.

I was in desperate need of refreshing sleep.

But not here, not in this bed,

There lay love and it filled me with dread.

I upped and left and heard the screech.

As a cry of love sought out me to reach.

© 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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2 Responses to A Night

  1. Be careful what you wish for, you might get it. :o)

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