Before he arrives,
I wet my legs and shave
I attend to my nails,
Red. The colour of lust.
I sing along to some jazz,
I breathe in all the anticipation,
I watch the rise of my nipples;
How I want him, my body craving his.
Before he arrives
I walk around my house,
Cooking his meal,
With nothing but a black lace bra,
And matching panties.
Before he arrives,
I apply the lipstick,
I wait for my lover,
To dome home.
For him to close his eyes,
To find waters, and taste flowers.
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