I dragged my feet home, dreading along the journey it takes to travel from work back home. Home beckons me longingly. I long to step into this zone of comfort, knowing you'll be home waiting.

I saw you look up when I opened the door. You look tired baby was what you whispered as you took me into your arms. I could feel your lips against mine and I wanted more of it. The kisses was light and playful.

All I wanted to do was cry. You hugged me close to you, so close I could smell your aftershave. What happen, you asked, waiting patiently for my answer. I felt hesitant, I didn't want to rant at you at this time. I'm home, I should not bring my grievances from work home. Your hand was running up and down my back.

Maybe you wanna take a bath then we'll talk?

I looked up at you, reluctant to take myself away from you. I stepped into the hot water and felt the heat wash away the fatigue in every muscle. I cried in the shower, I couldn't control my tears. But crying makes me better, crying makes me feel alive.

I stepped out of the shower and you already there, on the bed, waiting for me.

Your arms were around me. I felt safe, your hug tells me everything was going to be ok. You could sense that I'm not in the sharing mood, you kept quiet and pulled me in to your chest. I felt your warmth, I felt the security. Your love is what kept me strong.

I resisted the kiss, knowing what may happen like it always does all the time, you laughed at my silliness and just wanted to go on. I know I couldn't stop you and just let it go. I hope I have the strength to say no to you tonight...let's just hope for that...