Desire is a very fickle mistress….
It leads you through the back roads and forgotten nooks in an empty search. It makes you do things you never dream of doing. You want to forget it but you never will. The thing is you might do the same again.
Desire is a very cruel mistress….
It makes you say things you dont want to say. It implies, what you dont mean. And when you comply to its insistent need, it deserts you like a summer rain. Right when you are getting used to the idea, you are left bereft.
Desire is an unquenchable thirst. You can slake it for a time being but never satisfy it.