“Just you and only you. You fit so perfectly in my arms, in my bed and between my legs.”

I seek out your skin at night.

I want to have my best days with you.

There won’t be anyone else. I can tell you that right now. Your eyes show me that you don’t believe that just yet. Even if it takes me months or years. I’ll make you believe it so.

Theres a lover in you somewhere.

You have hues of love on your skin.

Down upon my tongue I feel your skin sigh. A touch of sensual, luxury, and statisfy.

I hope when she touches you it burns holes into your skin and leaves scars where my lips would have been.

I’ll let you grab my hips any day of the week, if only you promise to pull me close and whisper that I’m the best view you’ve ever seen.

I spoke to myself in lyrics and sugar coated words. A melody of lies and symphonies to soften the blow of how i really felt. I licked at the tender taste and fell into a cacophony within my skin. Would this ever end? This denial of feelings?

My unrestrained words fall right onto your tongue, whilst you hover above me, restraining my hands to the headboard.

Never mind your restless heart.

Devour me and let me feel your every move.

Your name in lights illuminates my skin.

The night used to spill down onto my skin. Now it just swallows me whole.

I adore being between you and these sheets.

Do you miss him, or do you miss the person you were pretending to be when you were with him?

What’s gonna happen to the arms industry when we realize we’re all one. Ha ha ha ha ha! It’s gonna fuck up the economy!

I wouldn’t change what happened to me because then I wouldn’t have this chance, in front of all of you, to embrace more people than I ever could have with two arms.

Losing an arm is kinda lame at one point, but at the same time, so much good has come out of it.

It’s true that I am not from the south and I have a certain reserve. I take time to get close to, and I don’t immediately throw my arms round someone. But it is more a question of style.

Therefore gird yourselves manfully and take up joyful arms for the name of God.

I don’t need to pat myself on the back until my arm breaks. I don’t need any of that.

I could never have embraced this many people with two arms.

I take time to get close to, and I don’t immediately throw my arms round someone.