I could have heard a song one thousand times and think of it differently only when it plays through your speakers.
I watch your lips closely as you speak.

"Play it again, I like that song," you tell me. And so I play it again.
I pay close attention to the way you push me against the wall in your room, where only a sliver of light comes through your half open bedroom door leading to the hallway. Complete silence as you run your hands down my back softly.
I leave my hands on the back of your neck.
"Can we just keep the lights like this for awhile?" I ask as you lead me to your bed.
I watch the silhouette of your strong arms against the wall.
Your veins look like road maps telling me exactly where to go. You ****** hard and then soft, kiss me and then look me dead cold in my eyes.
You are my home.