I just want to be taken by the men and boys I physically love and let them inside me. I get schools of butterflies by the thousands in my stomach when the thought of one of the them sneakingly enters my mind. Of course, keeping my dignity. By sunset, I always have one of them. Just not necessarily on my bed. Buy after I’m freed and the thousand of butterflies have flow away. There’s no shower strong enough to wash the filth and dirt away.