I only feel this way when I lay on his chest, when our hands are together and I can listen to the sound of his heart beat. Only then do I feel his love more then I usually do.
Its only allowed at his home.
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Firework's and Symphonies
कथेतर साहित्यWhat is it that drags me to you? That makes me crawl, that brings an ever lasting urge to our lives together. We walk, We run, We skip, We hop, will our ties always be what we wish of them?
