equanimities
A person is only beautiful, when their own beauty, is reflecting on to others.
Cuddled in his arms.....
The pelting of his heart beating against mine....
As I lay there cuddled in his arms with my head buried into his chest, I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. Hearing his heart beating, feeling his every breath hit against my head. So peaceful a place, so secure.... She writes as she remembers the warmth of his cuddle.
As I lay there in his arms not wanting to get up yet knowing I must, I keep postponing it as long as possible. Running my hands across his chest and across every inch of him trying to memorize as much as I can...
He leans down and kisses me… The warmth of his lips pressed against mine as he can always get my eyes to roll back into my head, knees get weak, and shivers go up my spine. At that moment I feel as though my soul is swept up into him and that I can't get any closer than I am at that moment. The entire world seems to fade away...
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