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February 6, 2018

He wanted hot food and sex

She wanted warm beds and love

And they fell into this sort of dance

Her giving him everything he wanted

And him giving her just enough to keep coming back

Hungry for more and praying he might stay this time

Though she knew it wouldn't happen

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