"Home" in His Arms

Going back "home" it is
Not my home - it is my station
In life... where the love of it
Resides and I want to reside
In his arms, in his head,
In his bed - so much so
He's an idol I must smash
With coldness and boundaries
Or else we will end before
We've begun to discover
What's necessary to run this
Gauntlet of fun.

He knows what he wants
So do I too - but outta the sack
Is what we will do - it's not
Time to awake or arouse "love"
Before it so desires - who knows
When it will and so it's cold showers
For both of us - he's grateful to say
To not be alone with these feelings
Of grandeur between my legs
Wrapped around horses jumping
Fences, avoiding detection from
The infection of tender devotion
Found in his eyes and in mine also

We are friends till the end of the
Feelings that drive us to an end of
A road where we no longer are blue
From being alone, well in theory at best,
How do we do this? Is it all just a test?
We want to pass it and do good for
Each other and God - only knows and
Maybe he too, when the rock will come
In order to be carried over the threshold
In his strong arms where love can then
Consume us - under, on top of blankets
Bound together - swaddled in
Each others arms - finally home.