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Home short poem

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when we were touching I was blushing from a blushing inner glow
radiating from the depths of my soul
no longer searching no longer alone
for the first time in my life my heart has a home

home is my salvation where I lay my fears to rest
when life tosses me those curves tosses me those tests
home is where desire flies twenty four seven
home’s a soul asylum that gets my spirit revving

home’s a castle without hassles without any moats
on the same wavelength our love stays afloat
homes comfy and cozy knick knacks galore
from all the ports we traveled to sailing shore to shore

home’s the aroma of soul food cooking in the oven
the echo of laughter after serious loving
home’s a foundation of love reinforced by devotion
with no ceiling for feeling the rainbow of emotion

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