Erotasy Or A Dream?

Erotasy or a Dream?

Being so deep in the dreams of ecstasy,
racked sometimes, by guilt, maybe shame.
So bitter are the tears shed by misery,
and yet, extreme joy can be felt out of pain.

The many pleasures one builds from fantasy,
gripped by desire, sometimes by fear.
Anguish, is so often bridled in humility,
and yet, we feel delight with every tear.

We can all be trapped in waves of agony,
as lifes tethers bite in so deep.
Sometimes our pastimes are a felony,
there's pleasures in the secrets we keep.

I embraced her, in her naked glory,
passionately my arms embraced her so tight.
Our caresses and kisses were amatory,
as she trembled and wriggled with such delight.

Cheeks afire! She sobbed and lustily pleaded,
expressing her needs with wanton abandon.
So, my searching fingers probed and teased,
until she throbbed with love and emotion.

Then, once again came stark reality,
that fantasies are just erotic dreams.
That the stained bed linen is a crudity,
that'll take some explaining, it seems

Jack Gates