My thoughts exactly. V

This is all too much.
I explode as your hands find mine in the darkness of our bedroom, between the sheets and your skin.
I needed to feel you against me, inside of me and under my skin. You are the dull pressure beneath my fingernails and you are home, now. You are home to me.
You talk of the sparrows you want to land on your hips, the gentle burning of more ink collecting within the paleness of your body: as expected as the freckles on your shoulders and the big one on your little toe.
My perma-grin relaxes as I trace their landing with my breath and kisses.

Yes, you are home.