Comfort

Normal morning, 

Split at lunch time, 

And shattered by evening, 

Thank goodness for the soft,

Feathered feeling of being, 

In another one’s embrace, 

Beneath their augury of warmth, 

The soothing search for, 

A daily salvation. 

Starts with the embrace, 

Then splits her lips, 

Exciting, 

Until there is no trace, 

The final act drawn, 

Insatiably, 

Furious, 

And then a night forgone, 

A sleeping me left forlorn.

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