You + my arms = scientifically proven coziness.
Marry me? Nah. Nap with me? Absolutely.
You’re the soft branch I’d choose to hang on forever.
Is your love eucalyptus-flavored? Because I'm hooked.
I’d rather fall into your arms than out of a tree.
I’m not shy—just strategically sleepy around you.
Ready for a lifetime of slow dances and slow naps?
Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your branches.
