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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Tender endless 🌙 nights .... In his arms... Searching for myself In the recesses of his soul.. I found the beauty within, in his eyes..... -
Dear Wisdom, You touched me in unimaginable ways, As I remind myself of the tender embraces your warmth your smile the twinkle in your eyes ... -
" Music is everywhere. He breathes in a constant, steady rhythm, as it makes sense for a bass player to do. And maybe that is where ...
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