…after a day like this, I would slip into a t-shirt, panties and flip-flops and crash in front of the television with my favourite take-out and a cold beer.
I would eat it all, and savour every delicious drop straight from the bottle.
I would know that you were on your way.
I would light some candles and turn out the lights.
I would put on my favourite music, and slide into a hot bath with a glass or two of wine.
I would shave my legs and smooth every inch of my body.
I would soak, deep, deep in the water, right up to my neck.
Wrapped in my favourite bath towel, I would smooth lotion over my warm, damp skin, and sing along to the love songs at the top of my lungs.
I would set out our ice water, your wine, turn down the bed, and warm the massage oil.
I would look forward to you; your big hands, your soft kiss and your machismo.
I would meet you at the door with nothing on but my smile.
I would kiss you out of your clothes and into bed.
I would caress every blessed inch of your body
I would wash away the demands of the day with passionate love making,
and I would rest, head on your chest, hand on your heart
I would start all over again.