The comfort of your bosoms…

Can I just cry? With you standing in front of me so my tears can sink into your doused shirt. No, I’m supposed to be a fuckin man. My weight isn’t meant for a woman to carry. But damn if the release wouldn’t settle me down. I just need to breathe. To exhale and sigh all in the same breath. And the comfort of your bosoms would be so nice. As my head gravitates into your cores worth. Only if you knew how much it would mean for me to simply relax. Just for a moment to take away the thoughts that never end. Not to cross the lines of the friend zone and I tongue talking about luv. Sometimes a man just needs someone. To connect with as an outside source that doesn’t want too much. But who am I to suggest you allow me to feel you closer than what we are. With no strings attached to falling away from it all. As if you’re going around fixing men’s problems with and extended hug. I’m not weak, I just need a moment to be so I can decompress. To hear someone else’s heartbeat pulsating in their chest. Oh, the soothing affect is what I crave. A subtle, gentleness that allows me close my eyes. Mmmm, I should’ve told you this. But I’ll just keep it to myself…