Come to me and lose your morality, less of the lady-like formality,

I’m no guy…I have no class, I live amongst the worlds’ outcasts!

Friend of the friendless, foe to none, you’re who I desire, my chosen one…

Tonight I will treat you to passion unleashed…a treat indeed with this man-whore from the streets…

Hand over your money…it’s all about cash, not the husband your’re tied to and the love that you lack…

Let me guess as you count out my evenings’ fee: ‘my husband truly does not understands me…’

As I remove my shirt and drop down my pants, tell me in whispers your sexual fantasises…

“Yeah baby, thats oh so good, no-one ever touched me like I knew you would…”

As you pleasure harder,and I shake to my core, I think: “damn, why don’t they give Oscars to gentleman whores?”

Quick to finish, as quick as it started,

That’s where this romance ends…and our paths departed!