Is it a date?

Can I ask my Goddess, right here and now?

For a date this Saturday, where I do vow

To cater to Your desires, romance on tap

And make You a dinner, after You take a nap

In the afternoon as You sleep through the day

i'll prepare a meal, better than one Bobby Flay

And i'll open a nice bottle, how about Stag's Leap?

A red cabernet, in the decanter to keep

And breath as I draw, a bath for You to soak

And relax Your body, after You have done woke

And just as You finish, and I towel You dry

And laid out a sexy dress, to turn me on by

Then we'll go downstairs, and i'll serve Your meal

And ensure that my Queen, that this will appeal

To stir all Your senses, in the most pleasant way

The taste of the food, as the music does play

The scent of incense that floats through the air

For the last two senses, they await up the stair

i'll clean up the dishes, as You finish the wine

As i eye Your beauty, and my Goddess so fine

And then after we've laid, our son down to bed

We can watch a movie, as to my Queen dessert is fed

By Her slave who sits there right at Her feet

And massages them for Her, until the movie's complete

Then we'll go up the stairs, and should light some candle

And i'll pleasure my Goddess, with all She can handle

i'll lick Her sweet pussy, until my Goddess is content

We'll dance to the music, is this heaven sent?

i'll do whatever She wants, and whatever She needs

There's nothing off limits, in terms of good deeds

All she needs do, is ask and it's done

That is a promise, now isn't that fun?

And when She does tire, and looks for some rest

i'll tuck my Queen in, and clean up our nest

And crawl into bed, and hold Her so tight

And there I will stay, all through the night

And whisper i Love You, right into Her ear

Secure in the notion, that my Goddess is near

Snuggled up tight, Holding Her in my arms

hoping that She'll enjoy, all of my charms

i'm so looking forward, and I must surely confess

That I hope You'll agree, and tell Your slave "Yes"

Is it a date?