March 27, 2021
Home is in your arms, your special charms, your purple kisses,
Your resplendent radiance, that shames the dawn,
Your divinity and magic, your alacrity and longing,
The only place I want to be, my whole life long.
Home is where you are, a violet star, reached down to tell me,
That our bodies share a soul, and fit as one,
That our lips belong together, hand-in-hand across forever,
Making love, and making living so much fun.
Home is in your hands, our wedding bands, since last November,
In your caring heart, devotion, deep love for me,
In your amethystic silver, searching spirit, trusting promise,
In your dream for soulmate love to set you free.
Home is in your heart, the missing part, your empty chamber,
In the way ours beat together, in unison,
In your lavenderish laughter, warm comportment, secret passion,
In your fight to face the truth, and no longer run.
Home is in our soul, our being whole, our love together,
In the ways we pick and think and want the same things,
In music, food, and body lotions; in nature, reading, magic potions;
In slow seduction, and the natural joy that snuggling up brings.
Home is in our lust, we really must, devour each other,
Kissing, biting, sucking, swaying, night and day,
In our breathing, sighing, moaning; in our moves and special voices;
In our cowgirl-with-a-riding-crop sweet play.
Home is in your arms, your special charms, your purple kisses,
Your resplendent radiance, that shames the dawn,
Your divinity and magic, your alacrity and longing,
The only place I want to be, my whole life long,
Your divinity and magic, your alacrity and longing,
The only place I want to be, my whole life long,
The only place I want to be, my whole life long.
