THE COMFORT OF STRANGERS
©1998 by Harlequeen

Cast off when most in need
I find my comfort at the hands of someone else.
Easy to persuade myself that this is real.
Not the inevitable one night stand,
The bolster to the ego,
Comfort for the psyche.
The need to feel wanted is overwhelming.

Apologies, with lies to follow.
I leave regretting the behaviour
But post orgasmic torpor
Is a powerful inducement.
Inevitably I find myself
Repeating the deceit.