I laid there with my legs weak and body shaking, you crawled over me and kissed me from my mouth to my thighs. Shivers rushed through my body. You went to shower. As I laid in your sheets I realized how much things had changed since the first time I laid in them. I took this picture thinking to myself, “I’m not the first to be here, and I may not be the last. But I was here. I was touched, kissed, and held here. These sheets are laced with my laughter, my perfume, my fingerprints, my moans. Cleaning them will not remove me.” I took this picture because no matter who else comes along, I was there. I may be replaced, but I will not be erased.