Routine

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Body pressed against the wall
Slowly he kissed her neck
Whispering sweet nothings to her
She wished these days lasted longer
As they shared themselves to each other
She knew very well how it went
He would make love to her
Wake up the next morning
Kiss her cheek and leave
Comeback in the evening and get
Fired up all over again
She was just his daily routine
Of the love she wished was real

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