She was tall. The thought of sharing an embrace always got me into a frenzy and all. Tippy-toed I’d reach. Towards a kiss beyond the peak. I loved her sweet intangible sounds. Her voice that coaxed in leaps and bounds. She was like a sonnet, written so beautifully. Something I indulged in speaking truthfully. Curves…

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