As she patienly awaited his return
She goes through difficult means to look her best for him
  Cleaning and redoing it to look good
All day she has awaited his arrival with great anticipation
Night is falling fast, she looks at her watch
She begins to shiver with excitment
She thinks to herself that it'll be a fine night
Just like all the others
Turning around, there he stands
Beautiful and magnificant as ever
She curtsies deeply
"Good evening my Lord"
Lifting her up
He welcomes her with a smile and a soft kiss
"Good evening my Dark Lady"
Sitting and talking is how their nights usually go
Legs draped across his lap
Hair pulled back
Eternal marks in offering
He thinks of their life to come as her life is pulled into him
She thinks only of him
  He is her life,
  He is her soul,
  He is her love,
He is her eternal Master