As someone who was a guest
In your home
I want you to know
That I enjoyed my stay
And did not overstep my bounds
Temptation was present
At every turn
But I want to assure you
That I resisted
And kept things pure
Nothing was sullied
By my presence
In your home
I did not stray
Down unwelcome paths
I did not masturbate
Not in your shower
Not in the bed you made up for me
Not in your sink or toilet
Not in a tissue or in a paper towel
Taken from your kitchen
I know that as a host
You would want to know
That my time in your home was restful
And that the relationship
Was strictly platonic
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