THE PERFECT WAY TO WELCOME YOUR WOMAN HOME

After a long day at work, and traffic that seems unbearable, you pull in the driveway to the santuary of our home....

you get out the car, feet throbbing, brief case spilling over, struggling just to walk through the door....

to your surprise, delighted are your eyes....as you notice what pleasure is awaiting for you....

you gaze around in disbelief at all that I've arrainged for you.....

let's start with the soft jazz, playing in the back ground, the lights are turned down, dimmed real low.....

the path from the front door to the bath is layered in white and red petals from these roses.....

you follow the trail, where you find waiting there, a bubble bath... on the shelf lay your slippers and robe.....

your sponge in my hand, the towel on my arm....here to serve you tonight, is my role....

you lose yourself in the sentual suds, as I bathe you by candle light.....

you close your eyes, and softly bite your lip as I wash your cares away on this night.....

your neck, your shoulders, your legs and feet, the stress lifts away every moment i caress.....

the hot bath, and music, the flame from the candles, the way the sponge feels upon your chest.....

I slowly massage your legs, and your feet, your hands, to your shoulders as you drift away....

every minute I touch you, your tension subsides, massaging away all negativity from your day.....

then I excuse myself to the kitchen as you rest, for the next part of this magical night....

your dinner, I've prepared, a feast for a queen, also served by candle light....

Your instructions are to get comfortable, let me get that chair my dear....and grab that glass, as I pour you some red wine....

are you comfortable, and relaxed....did you enjoy your bath, and more importantly are you ready to dine....

your main course, lobster, shrimp pasta and steak, I grilled for hours all day to a slow simmer just to appease your taste....

homemade buscuits and with warm butter, they melt in your mouth, you smile as if to say "good job, you get an A".....

now on to dessert, fresh fruit, allow me, one by one I slowly place in your mouth.....

grapes, and strawberries...chocolate dipped of course, diced bananas and kiwi, how does that sound......

all of the sudden your day seems meager at best you can't even recall what had you so stressed....

no need to thank me, I'm just doing my job, taking care of my queen, and the rest will take care of itself...

all these things I do never to simply try and impress....

I'm your man, and loving you is what I do best.