Home to Me
By Spoot
His body feels like home to me and warm inside his arms this night there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Our love is as a book of dreams dew-crusted roses, diamond rings starlight twinkles and moonlight gleams. The perfection is a second skin and with him safely next to me I know that I am home again.I can't get the seventh line down to eight syllables. Any suggestions? Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 03:49 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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