Edges of strong arms (Country)
Night settles softly on our shoulders, Streetlight breathing through the lace. When silk sheets hold our secrets, Your heartbeat finds its place. I curl into your quiet strength, Every worry loosens its tight grip, The world fades to a low rippling tide At the edge of your lips. In a bed made of warmth and breathing, Where forever feels close enough to claim. Wrap me in that strong arm, Like you know where Iβve been, I donβt need to be brave here, I donβt need thick skin. Soft sheets, warm skin, No armor to pull, In the hush of the night Iβm wanted and full. No rush, no edges tonight, Just slow and held and true, Every inch of the dark knows Iβm safe right here with you. Wrap me in that strong arm, Like itβs always been mine, Let the dark learn our names While the hours unwind. Soft sheets, warm skin, That familiar pull in In that hush of the night Iβm completely full. The chorus is born from nights when love felt fragile before it felt safe. From a body that learned to brace before it learned to rest. That strong arms It is earned trust. It is someone staying when vulnerability used to be running. Being wrapped in isnβt about possession. Itβs about finally letting go of vigilance. About a nervous system exhaling. About desire softening into surrender instead of urgency. The warmth of the sheets mirrors the warmth of being chosen without performance. Sensuality here is slow, emotional, reverent. Itβs the intimacy of being held after passion, not just during it. The chorus lives in that moment where lust turns into safety and touch becomes a promise instead of a question. Your breath moves easy on my neck, A promise without a sound, Fingers tracing tickling circles Like they know their way around and how Iβm found. Moonlight slips across your collarbone, Silver and unafraid, I fit against you perfectly, No words left to say. Every doubt drifts out the door, Every fear goes still, Thereβs a peace in the way you hold me Like the world bends to your will. In a bed made of warmth and breathing, Where forever feels close enough to claim. Wrap me in that strong arm, Like you know where Iβve been, I donβt need to be brave here, I donβt need thick skin. Soft sheets, warm skin, No armor to pull, In the hush of the night Iβm wanted and full. Wrap me in that strong arm, Let the night stay slow... Every touch says βstayβ In a language we know. Soft sheets, warm skin, That familiar pull, In the hush of the night Iβm completely full. If the morning comes too soon, Let it find us the same, Entwined in the quiet, Calling comfort loveβs real name. So stay like this a little longer, Let time forget our names, In a bed made of warmth and breathing, Where forever feels close enough to claim.
