Finding Mr Right.

She made her way to his room.
She would share herself with him tonight.
Positioning herself over his mouth, her legs holding softly, the tips of her cerci caressed him as he slept.
Her segmented abdomen rubbed along his mouth; the two-pronged organ at her rear gripping him as she trembled and moistened his lips.
Cockroaches were generally reviled, but he had avoided standing on her this morning; she knew he was different.
Her compound eyes watched as her pheromones woke him. Typical male, she mused.
Alongside, his wife slept on, oblivious to her adulterous husband; the diehard entomologist.