You're turning into home
No, I'm not talking about some metaphor
of windows or door and souls
The way your laughter sends a warm missile inside of me
that explodes in the pit of my stomach
and spreads all over my body like a plague
The scent of you is clean and bright
A breath of fresh air
When our cells touch
I can feel them quickly mold with yours into one
Connecting with you felt like home,
loving and welcoming
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
You're turning into home
No, I'm not talking about some metaphor
of windows or door and souls
The way your laughter sends a warm missile inside of me
that explodes in the pit of my stomach
and spreads all over my body like a plague
The scent of you is clean and bright
A breath of fresh air
When our cells touch
I can feel them quickly mold with yours into one
Connecting with you felt like home,
loving and welcoming
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