Laughing like idiots in bed together is a love language
In her arms
sun sets
and rises
reborn
In her arms
moon hides
phased masks
to put on
In her arms
spring's first
warm breeze
picks up
the heat
In her arms
is where
I long
to be
it might be a little silly and cliché, but someday i really want to slow dance with my love in the kitchen at night
Çok iyi oluyo bu arada
go crazy about me thats my type











