She waits for him
Behind closed doors
And lace covered windows

She waits in heels
Perfect hair and makeup
And nothing else

She waits for him
To open the door
And enter her fantasy

She waits for him
To acknowledge his mistress
And give into this

She is patient
Her whip will tell him the rules
And make him beg

She is treacherous
In her beauty
And her skills

She waits for him
And here he comes
I can hear footsteps in the hall...