Waiting

naked and kneeling, silently waiting,

knowing that everything’s ready for him,

the house and grounds, spotlessly clean and trim,

his dinner is cooked, ready for plating,

candlelight romantic mood creating,

even written an adoring poem,

showered and perfumed, and freshly waxed quim,

mere thought of him sets my core pulsating,

hearing that familiar throbbing roar,

and heavy scrunch of wheels on gravel drive,

as Jaguar pulls up to the front door,

causing my fluttering heartbeat to soar.

knowing that finally he does arrive,

waiting, with eyes downcast towards the floor.

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