I watched you undress last night. You wore printed panties. I looked closely at the paisley print, only to discover it was woven with many sullen faces. Faces of so many that you have shared yourself with. Faces of brothers you never even knew. Seems the panties you wore were stained with the seminal encounters of rendezvous and one night stands that dotted your past and darkens your 6-month future. The faces. Vestiges of multiple attempts to find love through lust and the giving of your most prized possession and being left with the stains of heartbreak and pain. The faces. Relics of reaching and pulling and seeking to find worth but you allowed the panties to establish your price; discounted, on sale. Full price was never paid! The faces. Traces of g-stringed lace that turned on for the moment before a prompt removal initiating the use and abuse of the treasured territory of your heart via the gift box you unwrapped, gave up, and turned out only to seek the next turn on. The faces on your panties. While I can’t see their eyes, I see in your eyes that your soul has been stained with the empty relics of a turned trick past that hasleft you with printed panties that will live beyond your last 6-months of an impending death. You didn’t know that he wore printed panties too. Empty your drawers. COPYRIGHT 2001 ALL RIGHT RESERVED. TO THE SISTA' AND BROTHA'S - DON'T PLAY THE DANGEROUS GAME OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE WITH YOUR SPIRIT, SOUL OR BODY! TOOOOOO MANY OF US DIE BY THE SMOKING GUN. FACT: SISTA'S, OUR BEST, ARE THE FASTEST GROWING POPULATION OF NEWLY CONTRACTED AIDS PATIENTS. THIS IS CRUCIAL! LET US SAVE OURSELVES. SANCTIFY SPIRIT, SOUL, AND BODY!! GOD HELP US!!