Coming home.

The curve of his body is a home.

When he pulls you close into a hug
you hide there,
you rest there,
you seek solace there.

He is hard muscle and soft skin.
Your hands cross and clutch a back that is broad and solid,
the arms around you are steady and firm,
and warmth radiates from his body like steam.
His shirt is soft and worn as any beloved blanket,
the scent of him is familiar and comforting,
and his breath is soft against your temple.

You close your eyes
and you rest
and you are finally home.