you can't help what you feel he tells me

well the biggest love is home

can i help it;;

.

he opened the door and

absorbed me

and it's never felt better

hands in all the right places

the notches in my spine

the small of my back

.

so we laid on his bed

sighing, nudging each other

he'd say, i'm just so gladddd to be home

and we'd snuggle deeper

noticing the color of eyes

and the placement of light

.

he'd lay his head on my stomach

and i'd rest mine on his legs

you know what's funny?

i can lay here

we can say nothing

it's just so good to be around you

.

it's good to feel again

to feel real

to feel nervous about kisses

to feel flutters

.

it's ridiculous

how big our love is

how shy it makes us sometimes

.

the way our hands brush each other,

what .a.touch f-f-f-f-feels. like.

.

i wrote, finding a home in someone

well no no no you can't have a home in yourself, in someone else

well of course you can

(la paloma

creyo que su corazon, su casa

creyo, creyo.)

yeah, i said.

it feels good;;

.

i said you're home

he said, you are too

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