She was late again as usual,
it was her little game
making him wait.
He knew she would come
in her own good time,
no need to worry
about her.
He re-arranged the bed
with soft silken sheets,
sprinkled rose petals
on the pillows;
she always liked that,
it made her very responsive
when the bed was fragrant
and inviting.
He turned down the lights,
played some soft music
and then she came
to him quietly,
he knew she would,
after all Sleep often
kept him waiting until
she was ready.
© Stella Armour 22/04/2017
