Divorced, middle aged female
I bet you can guess
what's in the top bureau drawer
in my little nest

Waiting for the darkness of night
my anticipation will grow
Sneaking precious moments in time
hoping no one will know

Donning my pretty nightgown
brushing my pearly whites
I slip under the covers
and turn out the lights

Covers at my chin, biting my lip
a blush rises to my cheek
Just one more time, I promise it's the last
this insatiable craving that makes me weak

Thoughts so decadent I toss and turn
I throw back the covers, my feet hit the floor
My lust filled eyes fixated in stare
boring a hole into the top bureau drawer

I reach the bureau with an evil smile
what lay inside will make me tremble and shake
Assuring myself a good woman
this tiny flaw of character does not make

The drawer groans with a creak
oh my, it's been so long
Rays like the sun burst forth
angelic voices break into song

Reverently my hands open the top
of the LONG, beautiful, silken box
Choosing the perfect nut filled goodness
from my stash of CHOCOLATES!

(HA HA...I know where your mind was!)