Broken Traditions

7:30
I dont know what to do with myself
You said you wouldn't be home 'til 9
Only two hours later than your normal arrival
But the first time the traditions been broken
8:00
I clean up around the house, get your dinner ready
I try so hard to get you off my mind.
That thats impossible, your image is embedded into my brain
I may be being melodramatic,
but I feel like the traditions been broken
8:30
I change into the sheer silken nightdress
Your favorite, the one you told me to wear
And begin to ready myself for your arrival
Feeling better to be doing something for you
8:45
I kneel before the door, my knees spread apart
My palms upturned on my thights,
Where I belong, awaiting your arrival
Broken traditions resumed.
9:00
You walk into the door, looking down at me,
My eyes downturned, my body tingling with that familliar happiness.
You bring me to my feet, kissing my forehead and meeting my eyes.
Forgive me you say as you lead me to our bed and lay me down so tenderly.
Theres nothing to forgive comes my quiet reply, basking in happiness as your hands rove down my body, your lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss.
I carress your cheeck, smiling as you remove your pants.
Our bodies fit perfectly together.
We were made for each other.
Once more in perfect unison that night, making love once gain.
And I'm in pure bliss, tight in my masters arms.