I am home with you.
I am home with you.
Heat radiates through my cheeks,
Your fingers through my hair,
Your lips on my neck.
Ravaging,
Yet not savage.
I sigh a laugh,
Giggling at your feather like touch,
Chuckling as you spin me.
I am home.
I am home.
I am home with you.
Lace on my skin,
Silk draping my body.
Lips the color pink you love on me.
Curls tousled,
Fingernails painted bright red. No,
Pink.
I am home.
I am home as you furrow your eyebrows,
Your bottom lip tucked in,
Making a well deserved breakfast for me.
My hips move daringly,
Dancing around your still figure.
A smirk on your lips,
A peck on the cheek.
A laugh,
My knees become weak.
I am yours to love,
Yours to caress,
Yours to cry upon on restless nights.
Yours.
I am home.
I am,
Home,
With you.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
