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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.
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