And these strong
arms
encircling
my
waist,
Have carried me
through
time
to
a
safer place,
Where leisurely laying is not a sin,
Where skin to skin is not forbidden,
Where i can rest my head,
Against
the
lull
of
your
heart,
And never have to wonder,
where you are.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
And these strong
arms
encircling
my
waist,
Have carried me
through
time
to
a
safer place,
Where leisurely laying is not a sin,
Where skin to skin is not forbidden,
Where i can rest my head,
Against
the
lull
of
your
heart,
And never have to wonder,
where you are.
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