Treasure Island

Michael Peterson

(Janesville, Wisconsin)

Forever in Your Arms


Whether it's coming or going
A hug and a kiss is always there
The tighter your arms around me
The more I feel your love
Thru many miles of traveling
I always think of being in your arms
Holding you tighter and tighter
Not wanting to let you go
When I am gone, remember I am always there
In your heart and in your mind
I will be forever in your arms
The love and desire for you never ends
Waiting to be in your arms is heaven
Seeing your smile and kissing you is so Breathe taking
Your beautiful eyes full of love
The warmth of you gorgeous body
I just want to be forever in your arms

Submitted: Wednesday, February 27, 2013

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The simple things of love not paying for but by being just you

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