My Home
Home,
Well it's not the bricks and mortar
For that is just the house.
It's...
...coming into the driveway,
...parking next to your works van,
Knowing I'll soon be there.
My excitement flutters,
Like butterfly wings beating against my heart.
As I come through the door
Your voice fills my ears,
Warm and comforting,
Embracing my soul with your,
"Hi honeybee how was your day?"
Your arms fold around me
As you drop light kisses on my neck,
I relax into your body and...
...the butterfly stills,
For when I'm with you,
At last,
I'm home.
16th August 2019
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