The smell of you still lingers on my T-shirt,

My lashes dance against my cheeks,

As my eyes flutter shut,

I breath in deep,

And a smile graces my lips.

There is something about your scent,

That intoxicates me.

It envelopes everything it brushes,

Like my t-shirt,

Like me myself,

And cradles it,

Making me feel safe, and more at home than in my own house.

Sometimes a home isn't a place,

but two eyes and a heartbeat.

Your eyes are as sweet as a home is meant to be,

deep brown like pools of melted chocolate.

And your heartbeat is as steady as my own,

and they beat together in time,

to their new defined melody.

Because with you,

encased by your smell,

warmed by your arms,

soothed by your heartbeat,

and lost within your eyes,

I am safe.

I am home.

Home is where the heart is,

and you have stolen my heart,

so I must be home.