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It was only a short peck, and I was starving for your touch. All I ever wanted was this. I felt your soft touch against my cheek, my hand wandered to your waist, pulling your body even closer to mine. I pressed my lips against yours again. And every time we would part, this sweet honey-like taste would leave my lips and it made me crave for more, more of you.

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