I want to kiss
           you  so  thoroughly
     that you loose your ability
                    to stand.

           I will slip my hand
   into  your  soul unzip  you and
          touch your inner core,
                      rub your
                  imagination.
                     I wanna
                     feel you...
                     taste you...
                     touch you...

             Sometimes  home
                 isn't 4 walls.
               It's  2  eyes  and
                   a heartbeat.

  Your arms wrapped around me,
         your head on my chest,
              my warm breath
        caressing your forehead,
                    your breath
              warming my chest.

                  For both of us,
           this is home no matter
                         where
                     we may be.
                                                             ­                                Jon York   2019