She kisses my still sleeping face good bye as she leaves to take on the day.
She’s off to bring home the bread, I guess I should rise and make it.
Laundry needs to be done, the pile waits for me with a look of neglect.
I grab the things she left at the foot of our bed.
Her sweet scent lingers in the clothes she wore the previous day.
A warm emotion flows through me, I believe in the power of pheromones
And her’s are more powerful than any.
I put on her shirt to feel her near me as I work.
The time for her to get home seems to come too slow now.
Busy is the name of the game. Dishes, laundry, sweeping, mopping.
I know that the word used to describe those of us tasked with these chores is “desperate” but me, I’m just “desperately in love” and I love doing these things for my family, for my love.
With pride I buzz around the house taking care of things I know will make things cozy for them all.
Time to make dinner, she’ll be home soon.
There’s just enough time, I run to the market, grab fresh ingredients and a beautiful bouquet just for her.
The kids won’t be home tonight, romantic candle light kind of night.
I greet her as she walks in the door after a long day at work. Flowers gallantly displayed as the centerpiece to her candle light surprise. She takes me into her arms and with a passionate kiss I know she knows I’ve been thinking of her with love. In all that I do and everything that I am, desperately in love with her, I give. With happiness in my heart and fulfillment in my soul, I take on the role of wife. With pride I pamper her and make her feel every aspect of who she is to me…
My Wife, My Queen-