Comfort
An embrace
A kiss
A touch of the hand

Comfort
Can be given yet unwanted
Can be wanted yet unfulfilled
Can be received yet misconstrued
Can be the foundation of a lasting bond

Comfort
That's what I am to you

Comfort
I am relief
I am soft
I am strong
I am warm

Comfort Woman
Is this all I am to you?

Comfort
I am here when you need
Arms to hold you
Lips to graze over your skin
Fingers to explore your anatomy
You enthrall me
You amaze me
You touch my soul and tear it apart

Comfort
What happens when you don't need it anymore?
Do you disappear?
Or do I?

While I'm lying here comforting you
you don't realize that
at the same time
you're a comfort to me
but there's an ache in my chest
that knows I'm not the only one
I can be replaced for you
You can find comfort in many
That's great
That's fantastic
That's healthy

I. Can't. Do. The. Same.

I don't find comfort in many
but I find it in you
In ten years, I'll remember you
and how it feels to
lay on your chest
have your breath on my neck
your head on my shoulder

All I can do is hope
that you'll remember
just a piece of me:
that I was your best kept comfort

Comfort is laying my head on your chest listening to your heartbeat while you run your fingertips up and down my spine.
Comfort is you holding me so close to you that I can almost feel your blood pulse through your veins.
Comfort is you randomly kissing me throughout the night while I'm asleep next to you.
Comfort is feeling your lips leave trails of kisses down my neck to my collarbones.
Comfort is feeling your fingers weaved through mine, tightening whenever someone got too close to me.
Comfort is missing your lips when I lean in for a kiss and all we can do is laugh at how clumsy I am.
Comfort is hearing you whisper sweet nothings in my ear while you run your hands down my body.
Comfort is tangling my fingers in your hair while you kiss me deeper than you ever have before.
Comfort is feeling your skin melt into mine.
Comfort is you.



                               B.S.