I Love the Way Your Arms Feel Like They Were Made to Fit Around Me

*giggle* That's all I can do when I think about the way he makes me feel.
That's how I feel when I think about him. Giddy. Complete.

When he comes around there's nothing more I'd rather do than be in his arms.
Like Algebra said, "My arms brag to each other about how you feel."
He embraces me in ways no other has. He caresses me in ways I've never been stroked.
Like Jazmine Sullivan said, "When I'm with him, ain't nobody else like it."

He keeps me smiling. He makes me happy. He embraces my mind, body and soul.
I enjoy his company. I enjoy his conversation. I enjoy HIM!

I can't explain the love I have for him.
Sometimes it feels like lust, but I know we're far from that. Sometimes it feels like love, but I refuse to claim it.

I feel like Jamie Foxx, "I've overdosed on you. Cause I want you close. I need you the most. Without you im just through. So I've overdose overdose overdose on you."
I'm ADDICTED!! What can I say? *cheese*

In what ways am I overdosed? I think of him all the time...constantly! I text him just to say hi! I call him just to see what he's doing? I bug him all the time, just to be in his arms. Boy, am I addicted.

I appreciate the little things he does for me. He doesn't have to sprinkle me with flowers, just shower me with his time. He doesn't have to tell me "I love you," just show his love!
And he doesn't have to cuddle with me all night, just give me a forehead kiss and say "Good night!"

I just want to be in his arms, I love they way he holds me.
I just want him to embrace me, I love the way his arms feel around me.
I just want him to squeeze me, I could hold my breath the whole time cause' I know he's got the air I need.

I love the way his arms feel like they were made for me!!