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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Safe In His Arms
May this moment of ours last forever till eternity May I dwell in peace, dream in harmony Of the Love, in you arms.... I Miss you Very Ve...
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