He is sleeping, sighing and breathing in comfort next to me, his body relaxed, his cock glistening with my cum in the twilight hour, and his chest bare and inviting where my head will find rest at. 

He is my home, the elongation of his body under the sheets, the firmness of his slim torso, his strong arms that are spread wide waiting for my head, all of him, my home, the only home I know, the only home I have ever known. 

I smile, remembering how it was just a bit ago that his eyes held mine as our bodies moved together joined, I smile in warmth remembering how I called out for him as I came. The familiar feeling of butterflies float in my tummy, remembering how hard I made him, how that bead of cum taunted me. 

But Alas I sigh, knowing my home beckons for me, knowing his arms will hold me and secure me. and so I lean over and kiss his nose, his eyes, his chin, his lips, before pressing my face in the crook of his neck and falling into my home, and coyly waking him once again.