It would seem that I’m an insatiable minx,
Suggestively bruised,
“Did I give you that scratch?”
Just a bit of sweat
Between acquaintances. A bit
of latex, and
little left
to the imagination
I’m having a delightful time,
Save for the occasional sore throat.
Though, perhaps I should practice
more subtlety,
Lest my reputation precede me.
She makes a grand entrance,
a cacophony.
Rumor has it,
The girl goes down easy.
I’ve nothing to apologize for,
He tells me I’m a good girl,
Tells me he wants more.
Alessandra Ranelli 
Give me validation.