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It was just a voice that whispered It was just a kiss that lingered A little longer than it should It was just a hand that wondered And met with no rebuff
It was just a chance encounter So very touch and go No one saw it coming Save perhaps the mistletoe
A spark of festive magic A sprig of sweet consent It was all so unexpected Very welcome nonetheless
It was just a fleeting moment Now or never then it's gone Their lips already touching Too late now the deed is done
It was just a kiss that lingered In a hallway by the stairs It was just a voice that whispered 'How's my dress and how's my hair?'
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