End of the Affair
She's gonna save a fortune on hotels rooms, ah gee, be flippant about it, why not eh.
God life's gonna go back to being the same, boring day to day. Only I'll have her to wonder about, to hide from the wife, pretend the glint is all about her.
She was a fantasy, like a beach you see in the brochures, that beautiful turquoise. God I'll miss swimming in that.
They way she undressed, the way her panties would simmer down her legs.
The initial spark jolted me out of my humdrum into a world of beautiful hotels that i could never afford, she always paid. Always wondered what she got out of me, me, who am i to give what's needed to perfection on legs.
I'm sitting here in the bouquet hotel called 'Mayflower' its so pretty very new England in its styling. The ignition in the old fella was all geared-up, even though we knew the initial spark had pass a short time ago.
The rooms empty, just a little present of a gold tie pin and a white card saying 'bye.'
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