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OttersSwim -> Ode to Joy (7/9/2010 6:14:47 AM)
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What is it that makes me do it? I wonder.
My work day begins not till 11...Her's begins at 7.
I could sleep...perchance to dream...but where would I be in her life then?
And so I am up before her...5:45...preparing her tea, and a little coffee for me. I enter our bedroom and watch her come out of sleep...She is beautiful, and I am smitten. We share a tender waking moment of hugs, touches, light kisses...and she rises tousled and sleepy to start her day. She is so beautiful in the morning...
She is off to become clean and fresh, while I go to press, her clothes for the day. Then it's off to make her breakfast and lunch, so that my love, my energy, and my touch is with her through her long day. I am filled with happiness!
When she is out and about, I am upstairs and ready, to comb out tangles and prepare hair for her day of labor. Then while she dresses, I wisk downstairs, to plate the egg, put out the vitamins, and pack the lunch that she will munch...and my love will touch her.
While she eats, we talk about the coming day, the events that will pass into night, and everything feels right, as I kneel to put on her shoes. Then hugs and kisses, expressions of love at the door, and she is gone...to work for us, for our future, our stability and happiness.
I turn to clean dishes, and write this Ode, and prepare for my day of labor. Love is in my heart. I am in my place, my space, and it feels right and authentic..me.
I am content in my submissive place, so very happy to serve, one whom I love so very dearly.
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