Comfort
Some say we are addicted to comfort,
and lack of comfort can build character.
My character must be under construction,
since the distance between you and me,
becomes uncomfortable, after near you again.
But what the hell,
being under your spell,
and knowing you are well,
the greatest thrill,
the greatest joy,
between you as a woman,
and this man boy.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2014
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