Comfort
I know it's selfish to want something so self-serving as comfort. For wanting your arm around me your hand on me your strength suporting me. Your soft lips brushing against my cheek, and your fingers running through my hair. Just for one moment of comfort. To lie in your arms, feel you breathe, hear your heart beating. Your silken skin streached taught over your muscle. Your eyes so blue I can see your thoughts... see your dreams. I need to find comfort in you... Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 12:14 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I know it's selfish ..."