Your Kisses Are Like Home

I sit and wait

Holding my breathe till I can see you again.

I imagine your hands,worn out and rough

Slowly touching my thigh,hesitant at first.

My head tilts back as you send kisses up my neck

I’mĀ  drowning

Begging for more.

I open for you, like I always will-

Your kisses are like home.