Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Fooling Around

My marriage was not going well.
Neither of us cared any more
Whether the other went to hell.
On line, I found a paramour.
For weeks, we chatted our love.
She would say the sexiest things,
That my ice wife never dreamed of.
I shared back such fantasizings.
We set a time and date to meet.
A rose, each one of us would wear,
So each would know the other's sweet.
And then such ecstacy we'd share.

I saw the lady with the rose.
My wife looked back at me. We froze.