I miss the way he used to devour me when I walked through the door. The kisses were so sloppy, it’s like he’d take me all in and it was the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. He would guide me to the bed and just make serious love to me, like he was trying to make a baby – It was so sensual. He was so thirsty for me and I was the tallest glass of filtered ice water he’s ever drank. Like a prisoner who was sentenced to death row, he’d eat me up like I was the last meal he was every going to taste and savour every part of me. It’s almost like he knew I wasn’t going to stay and it was the last time he’d ever see me again, every.. single.. time..