No speech about my past. No scoreboard on the night. Just appetite and a bit of manners. Rare. I remember them far too bloody long.
Tag: judgement
How many. How often. Who it was. That is not public property. Curiosity dressed as concern still wants a full guided tour of my sheets.
A man lists bodies and he is experienced. I do the same and I need saving. That double standard is older than my bloody rent.