The Sheet

She sprinkles petals on the sheet,
Puts soft music on to cheat
Dims the lights and flames the candle
Knows she's not very discreet

Takes a time in showers quest
Wants to look her very best
Eye shadow applied by vandle
Perfume dabbed upon her breast

Shaves her area for pleasure
Crotchless underwear's her treasure
Knows He'll want to boldly handle
All her parts with certain measure

Mists the bed with sensual dew
Signs the card with 'I love you'
Addresses it for her sweet Mandel
Pours champagne, glasses for two

Locks the door, phone off the hook
The mirror gives her one last look
She thinks about the coming scandle
Doesn't care, she was forsook

Takes the pills, lies on the sheet
What a view her death will greet
The feelings of her heart mishandle
The purpose her life should complete