Walking through the kitchen door I discover my wife of 36 yrs standing in front of the kitchen sink washing dishes upon my return from work – making someone else rich.
Time had robbed her of her outer beauty no longer is she the willowly nineteen year old Angel my heart fell in love with – married.
Still in my minds eye I see her as she used to be standing there with her back to me; the curves of her hourglass figure clad in her favorite Victoria Secrets silk kimono.
Walking up behind my wife my arms slip around her waist. One hand goes north while the other hand heads south. Sighing ever so softly my wife leans back up against me as I bend over nuzzle her neck with my lips – breathe in her fresh and clean scent.
Until unable to wait any longer I pick her up within my arms; carry her into our bedroom they way I did 36 yrs ago on our wedding night.