In Your Arms.

Hey lover, unrivaled gorgeous face. My escape from a tortured place is wrapped in your arms, the warmest place.

When the evil of the world tells my brain lies, just one touch from you and all the pain dies.

I must admit I’m a sucker for your charms. The most comfortable place for me is in your arms.

The warmth of your arms is where I relax, it’s there I relax because you always care if I crack under the pressure from the world. The warmth of your arms is a message to the world bringing better to the world.

The warmth of your arms is my peace. Bringing a cease to all the noise of the beast who try to make the pain of my world increase.

The warmth of your arms is worth while. The dopamine shot to the heart that turns a frown into a smile.

The warmth of your arms is my summer getaway. It’s also my motivation and the main reason I’m here today.

The warmth of your arms is the place to rest whenever I want the greatest rest, it is there I get my favorite rest.

A best kept secret I never told. Your warmth is never cold. Arms of tonic for the nerves I’ll forever hold.