You come home from work tired

First thing you do is put your feet up

But then you smile at me

With that knowing grin

And I don’t have to ask

I know what is on your mind

I begin to anticipate your touch

To dream of your scent

And look forward to your taste

The night will explode in bliss

All in due time…

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