Working away all week, yearning for the weekend to arrive as you know that you're going to meet a special lady. Putting up with the bullshit and fools that have to be endured in normal life. Every now and again you think of her, about going to see her, you forget about the other crap for a brief moment. With a private smile on your face, you carry on, knowing what awaits you at the weekend. As each day passes the anticipation of Saturday grows stronger and stronger. You think of when she first opens the door, what will she wear, when you first touch her, kiss her. You think about her smile, her laugh, her soft skin and sweet scent.


You awake in the morning with a smile, anticipating what will happen later. You shower, knowing that later you will be showering with her, she will cleanse you. You have things to do first, you can't get them done quickly enough. The morning is ninety miles an hour, but still drags on, the whole time you think of the afternoon, what is to come. You get home, you call her, you talk, you laugh, you arrange a time, the anticipation, expectation is nearly killing you now. You get ready, check everything, check it again, you walk out the door, you go to her.