A stolen kiss in a garden or a perfunctory embrace beneath the holiday mistletoe wasn't at all comparable to being held in man‟s arms, breathing in his scent, feeling the heat of his skin through the linen of his shirt.
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The Irony of 'The Cactus'
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While women's menstrual cycles have often been linked to moon cycles, it is interesting to see how the energy of the Sun is connected to...
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Tender endless 🌙 nights .... In his arms... Searching for myself In the recesses of his soul.. I found the beauty within, in his eyes.....
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