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The girlfriend experience.

When a man confesses

on bended knee..

His head hung low

and voice defeated..

He hasn�t had sex

in �eight years.�

One loyal husband.

A good dog that always

sniffs his way home.

I demand he pack a bag.

We�ll spend the whole weekend

torn between the sheets

and a posh hotel bar.

He�ll hold my hand

and grin widely from ear-to ear.

Other men will be envious

as my heels click through

the marble lobby.

There will be rose petals

trailing from the door

to our bed.

One phone call later -

room service

brings us cold bubbles.

Oh, what a night!

Two bodies intertwined

shamelessly

by candlelight.

Usually I demand

a fistful of cash

for my services.

Plus a gift

of fine chocolates,

perfume or lacy lingerie.

But he�s a darling

and I�m in retirement.

So I�ll only take the gift..

because I may be a bitch

but I�m not a complete

fucking cunt

like his wife.