Just imagine you and your soulmate in that chair watching TV. The light was dimmed by him earlier. You curled up on his body as you gently stroked his beards. (if your man doesn’t have beard, put him in prayers. What God cannot do does not exist.) The air conditioner, like an aura around a powerful woman, caresses both of you. He gently touches your bum bum.
Suddenly the intercom rings jarring you to the moment. It’s a call from the kitchen: the catfish pepper soup you ordered is ready and room service is at your door.
Let the good times continue.