The doorbell 
Marks each new affair
So you smile gallantly
And take out your merchandise
‘
You cannot be refused
She will buy something
And welcome the opportunity
To see beyond her two floor enclosement

Your boyish grin
Will move her to tears
And after you move on
To better scented bedrooms
She will mark the days
Till your next trip back

And confide to her friends
Of her first real happiness.