Death
Is a backdoor man
Comming in as sneakily
As he can
To steal your wife away

Although you may be livid
His ecstasy and euphoria is
Unmatched
And is making her happier
Than you ever could

Some would hate him to come around and lift them off their feet
Other wives await his arrival with excitement
Sometimes even to the point
They come knocking on his door
A few stay loyal and cheat him his chance

Eventually he comes and claims what is his
With a dominance no other man could bare
And when he takes them with this power
Pleasure is eternally theirs