To yearn for comfort so protected so sheltered, found not in a twisted world where sex is the minimum requirement required for reaching eligibility in completing life's necessary application, too lengthy in superficial likes and dislikes, too heavy on he said she said adolescent hearsay.
To yearn for comfort found in a world where my body alone will serve to be INadequate for his mounting desires. I yearn for comfort in a feeling of gentle hugs tight and unrestrained, hearing words of sleep sweet that are vivid and frank.
To yearn for comfort in meeting that perfect stranger who is awkward and real, who gives me comfort in days so dangerous, so adventurous, full of untainted sin and candid deceit.
© 2010 April Michelle
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I would like to translate this poem
very nice dear..nice style. Glad to met April on April.