Feeling of Home

Addiction to you like my latest high.
I can still feel the imprint of your hand
Always gripping my inner thigh.
I know that when we stand
Face to face I want to lean in
And have every intoxicating kiss.
You are something close to sin
And hell. Darling, I will always miss
The sound of your voice whispering
In my ear of what you are going to
Do with me. I want the blistering
Heat back and I want all of you
Back in my life where you belong.
People do not say that I miss him
Or you, but I miss listening to the song
Blasting through the stereo system
Together. Nobody knows that it
Is you that I need back. I just hate
I am not in that spot where I fit
Perfectly against you. The late
Night conversations and hearing
Your heartbeat against your chest;
Those were the things steering
Me towards home, a place of rest.