Your voice is like
A rainy Sunday afternoon
Sitting in the doorway
Listening to the pitter-patter attune
Quite cozy and comfortable
With a mug containing a hot drink
The steam gingerly caressing your lips
And all I can positively think
Is that I'm home
Your embrace is like
Snuggling next to a fire
When the sun is hidden
With a fierce burning desire
Tucked away into my heart
Lies like the coals dark aglow
And they illumine those inferno eyes
And all that I unconditionally know
Is that I'm home
Your touch is like
An ice cream cone on a blistering day
Licking around the frosty tip
So simple I yearn for it to stay
It melts sweetly into those hands
That tend to interlock with mine slow
A light squeeze for reassurance
And all that I unequivocally know
Is that I'm home
Your kiss is like
Booming fireworks on New Years
The rumble quite pleasing to feel
A bold way to remove my fears
So eccentric and colorful
Each blasting firework show
With your breath giving me life
And this I indubitably know
Is that I'm home
Your love is like
A place I know well
A comfort and deep care
A residing home where I dwell
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poetry"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
