Talk about timing.
I walk in to find you standing in your nightgown. It shimmers magnificently in the dim lighting of our bedroom. Wearing the pearls I bought for you but forgotten about and your hair, partially pulled back, you smile at me knowing exactly what I’m thinking.
You’re a vision, a stunning beauty in the little bits that you wear.
Then you walk away, towards our bathroom where I can hear the running water of our tub.
And you slowly drop your robe, looking over your shoulder with a smirk as you do.
What a lucky man am I!
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