Coming home is a beautiful feeling
Like the love I feel, that grows from giving
It’s the end of the day, and it’s different every time
Difficult sometimes, but I know the night is mine
I lay on the softest bed I know
Reach out for the curve of his neck
and pull myself in
Like a yacht to its moorings
Tuck my feet under his legs, if they’re cold
Or throw them over his thighs if I were feeling so bold
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