The door was always open
so he wandered in and out
He never found a reason
not to go
But her eyes or that look in them
always brought him back again
back to something
he just couldn't live without
Whisper something soft and tender
wet and warm against his throat
Put her hands in all the places
that she loved
Take the time to taste the reasons
that she takes him back again
Take as much of him inside her
as she can before he goes
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