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She went to be bed with her makeup on   Feeling like ***** Reflecting in her bathrobe…about the night before, Hell you know she asked for it! What will the neighbors think? Still half asleep and hung over, Her cheeks are still pink, And he… was never there, And never was before, She turns off the monitor….just one hit more, She washes her face, Still smiling, Nothing said… Wipes off with a towel,   And then goes back to bed. BLCostello©2025
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 7:29 PM UTC
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She went to be bed with her makeup on   Feeling like ***** Reflecting in her bathrobe…about the night before, Hell you know she asked for it! What will the neighbors think? Still half asleep and hung over, Her cheeks are still pink, And he… was never there, And never was before, She turns off the monitor….just one hit more, She washes her face, Still smiling, Nothing said… Wipes off with a towel,   And then goes back to bed. BLCostello©2025
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Aug 1, 2025 at 7:29 PM UTC
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