Coming Home To You

Wish I was coming home to you. I don't mean to complicate or mess up your life style. But the thing is, I was taken from the first time I look into your eyes. When we kissed, my mind was blown. I knew at that very moment I wanted to be in you life. Wish I was coming home to you. To say good morning with breakfast in bed. Homemade squeezed juice after your hunger has been fed. Running bath water, herbal scents, slowly caressing you until I have cleaned all spots. Drying your body, messaging with hot oils deep and watching the release of all tension spots. Wish I was coming home to you. Let me dress you up and then dress you down. I am suspend by your figure. I'm a winner. I'm a winner. I'm a winner in bed with you. Spread your wings wide, passionate kisses on inner thighs, and let my hands and tongue find the secrets. Wish I was coming home to you. Speak my name in deep soft breathes of pleasure. Pull me in close and deep, grip my love, turn this cold being to a beast full of heat. Positions and locations, all fantasies are a possibility. Wish I was coming home to you.