When I return home from a long day. My expectation is to drop my clothes as I enter my door. My robe should be held so I can put my arms through it, neglecting to tie it. The possibility of a hot bath, wine, reading materials, food, and or....should be available. Perhaps they are not pleasing. From my eyes you should know what that means. Your on all fours in anticipation. A foot? Belt?....I move towards the stereo. You'll know what to expect from the music. You will know what you failed to do via rhythm. Why do I suffer you? I should be soaking. Now i'm about to sate a mood and for that you will be making sounds too.
