In eighteen years, eight men have seen my body lay beneath their sheets.
But not one of them has ever seen me.
They've struck up drunken conversation in an effort to decide "Your place or mine?"
But not one of them has ventured to explore my mind.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
In eighteen years, eight men have seen my body lay beneath their sheets.
But not one of them has ever seen me.
They've struck up drunken conversation in an effort to decide "Your place or mine?"
But not one of them has ventured to explore my mind.
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