Vacancy.

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I hunger for you,
My body hungers for you.
I want you to be my anchor,
And hold me down.
Whisper sweet little nothings into my ear,
Tell me those things no one else will ever hear.
Caress what it is you desire,
Ignite the flame and start the fire.
I’ll be here waiting patiently,
Come and fill the vacancy.

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