“Some days are made to lay in bed naked with you all day.”

The touch of your pale skin illuminates my darkness.

If you really love her listen to her she will tell you the secrets of the universe.

Lets handcuff ourselves together naked and see what happens.

Moonlight fills the room illumination your delicious naked existence.

Tempt me with your lips and tease me when it drips.

Make me one with you so we will never be apart.

I dreamt of you when our souls bled together and now we are eternal.

Angels fly but you and I get so dirty I’m not sure we are so pure.

I want to go deep inside so I can feel the warmth of your dreams.

She’s always the heart to my soul and I am the blood to her being.

It’s like I hear your body talking to me telling me how to satisfy your soul.

Your caress seduces my body like I’m possessed.

I know when you ache because I’ve been deep inside every part of you.

Right when I met you I wanted to put a baby in you.

My heartbeat is an echo of your soul.

I’ll be your wild horse that you can ride until I’m broken.

I cannot go to bed tonight without a word to you.

I will defend the importance of bedtime stories to my last gasp.

Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.

We must wake up knowing we have work to do and go to bed knowing we’ve done it.

Go to bed early and wake up early. The morning hours are good.

I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn’t see or hear or touch.

Anything that can’t be done in bed isn’t worth doing at all.

It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about getting to bed.