Arms - Kendra Lynne Baude

It’s the sweetest thing To sleep in his arms Arms that want nothing more Than to hold a friend in the dark Arms that reach for me When they see i’ve drifted too far It’s the sweetest thing To sleep in his arms

Even when he’s not here His scent lingers His lips trace me With their warm whispers Every touch feels brand new Like we’re strangers It’s the sweetest thing To sleep in his arms

Dimples in his cheeks Light up when he smiles Redress the clothes dropped in a frenzy On the bathroom tile Windows rolled down to his playlist I’d ride with him for hundreds of miles It’s the sweetest thing To sleep in his arms

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Kendra Lynne Baude currently lives in Los Angeles, CA. She works in the entertainment industry, but enjoys writing creatively in her free time. She writes about love, sadness, and the romance of it all.