Nice

“Nice”

The beds been made
The bathroom sparkles
Dusting and the sweeping done
Dinner’s in the oven
Delicious aroma fills the air
His robe and slippers wait
Martini stirred not shaken
A glance into the mirror
Always wanting to look purfect
Upon the down filled pillow
Is where she softly kneels
Legs spread apart
Pink moist folds now exposed
Feel the coolness of the air
Small slender fingers
Palms open facing up
Laid gently over silken thighs
Supple breasts lifting
With each anticipated breath
Strands of golden tendrils
Drizzled over bare shoulders
Pulled proudly back and squared
His collar always worn about her neck
Sweep of dark thick eyelashes
Providing a curtain of respect
As emeralds remain lowered
Door pushed open
her view is of His shoes
her heart beats faster
His presences consumes her
she does not move
He inspects the home
And His pet
Draws in the scent of dinner cooking
And His pet
It is for His approval
It is for His praise
That she waits
The sound of His voice
Breaking the silence
“Nice”
“Very Nice My pet”
He puts the twinkle in her eyes
The smile upon her lips
The contentment in her life
He is her Master….