Your Figure

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And as I was passionately kissing this

beautiful girl at this little pub on new year's day,

her lips transformed into yours,

the soft tongue in my mouth reminded me of yours,

her perfume smelled exactly like you,

oh what a toxic scent...

Her arms around my neck began to feel a little longer as she

slowly became a feet taller and now I was stepping on my toes.

Just like that it was your figure I was holding.

It was your waist my hands were squeezing and

it was your touch that left that familiar,warm,ticklish

feeling on my longing skin.

And then I thought to myself.

'Oh,fuck.'

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