Darling, I want to come home.
Home to your arms,
Home to the soothing,
Sweet rhythm of your heartbeat.
I want to dive into the depth of your eyes,
To curl into your warmth,
To drift off to the sound of your laugh.
My handsome prince,
My peace in the storm,
My love for you is deeper
Than any river or ocean.
I am aching to come home,
I am aching to rush into your arms...
I am aching, lovely.
Won't you hold me?
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
Darling, I want to come home.
Home to your arms,
Home to the soothing,
Sweet rhythm of your heartbeat.
I want to dive into the depth of your eyes,
To curl into your warmth,
To drift off to the sound of your laugh.
My handsome prince,
My peace in the storm,
My love for you is deeper
Than any river or ocean.
I am aching to come home,
I am aching to rush into your arms...
I am aching, lovely.
Won't you hold me?
I see him in less than a week and I can't wait.
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