A TRYST WITH PLEASURE by jrrsterling12 Pleasure gave me her shoulder to cry I bared my soul to her and naively thought she is a friend in need. Slowly, Her caresses turned to kisses she looked at me with her smoldering eyes and there was longing in those eyes that stirred up the dormant desire in me we surrendered to the moment completely and the inevitable happened In the throes of passion for a while I forgot my grief and naively thought she truly loved me At dawn, I woke up aroused by the footsteps of Reality and I was aghast to find that Pleasure had slyly parted without a word without a note without a parting kiss. In the arms of Pleasure I had lost track of time Ah! How long did I wallow in this shallow world of fleeting dreams? shutting my sensual ears to the clarion call of Reality! O Pleasure! You are a fickle mistress Strange are your ways! You seduce and then you desert You make promises to break Grief resurfaces and the pain of withdrawal rubs salts into the wounds a night of pleasure always ends with the dawn of reality you wake up to find nothing has changed You are on your own to bear the brunt of reality. Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 26-Jan-2011