Going Home to His Love
Going Home to His Love
His flight took much longer than he ever expected, not in real time but in psychological time. His mind tortured him with thoughts and fantasies of what the evening would bring. How cruel could he be to himself? He wanted to see and hold her so badly but those thoughts seemed to only prolong the flight. With every thought or daydream his heart would race. He couldn’t get her out of his mind.
He read the airline magazine article about a 3 day excursion Santiago, Chile. The trip sounded so romantic and imagined that they were holding hands walking through the outdoor market on the beach picking out fresh seafood. “One day I will take my love to such a place” he proclaimed in his mind. Again and again her beautiful face flashes in his mind. The almond shaped eyes and honey brown skin that only a mix of the Asian and Black persuasions can produce. “She is so unaware of how exotic and sexy she is “, he thought. “Oh well, that’s my department.”
Finally his flight arrived. He walked with his normal stroll through the airport. He was tall, black as night; cool as shade in the summer, calm as a lake on a spring day. That was his exterior, which very seldom changes; inside his heart was the true story. Inside he was jumping up and down, smiling and crying tears of joy because he was about to once again see the love of his life. He had been away from her for much too long.
He claimed his bags and the next wait began. When would she call? He stared at his cell phone, trying to will it to ring. He checked it for a dial tone to insure it was in working order. Paranoid behavior you might think, but to him it was necessary. Anything extending the separation between him and his love must be pushed aside. You see, their love was formed out of genuine friendship under circumstances much less than perfect. In fact, one would say it shouldn’t have happened. But somehow it did.
The phone rang, “Hi love, I am on the way” she said with the voice of an innocent angel.
He can’t stop smiling “Please hurry, I miss you!” he says anxiously.
She maneuvers her vehicle through the traffic at baggage claim. As she is doing this he spots her and she has that smile on her face. It melts him every time he sees or feels the rays of sunshine that beams from it.
“Love is a wonderful thing,” he thinks to himself.
As she pulls to the curb she jumps out of the car leaving the door open and rushes into his arms. The rush of joy is overwhelming to him as they squeeze their bodies closer together. Once they are able to wedge an inch between them they look into each other’s eyes.
“I love you so much” she proclaims with so much passion no man could doubt her sincerity.
As she is looking into his eyes he breaks eye contact only to study the lips that he has missed pressed against his. They are as soft as rose petals as far as he can remember. He moves slightly down towards her and pulls her up on her toes to kiss her with the passion of a thousand years of lost love.
“I am so glad to see you, so glad. You just don’t know” he says as he feels his insides quiver with each breathe.
They get into the car and leave for home. “Are we going to my place or yours” he asks.
“Don’t worry about that I got plan for you” she says in a strangely devilish voice without turning her head towards him but peering out of the corner of those beautiful almond shaped eyes.
“Where are we going, I’ve got some work to do tonight”
“Not tonight you don’t! Just be quite and ride”
“But” he says.
“But nothing” she playfully snaps.
They continue to ride and they constantly touch in some fashion. Her hand is on his leg, his hand is in hers. His lips are nibbling at her neck as she struggles to stay in her lane. As they pull into the parking lot he starts to get the picture. They are going to a familiar place. The place they first made love. The lovemaking was not planned that night last year, but it seems to be on this particular night. Their first experience together was the next step in a long friendship both distant and close. Their friendship has somehow become embedded in the love they made. They made themselves naked in front of each other as friends, long before every removing a stitch of clothing or even discussing their feeling for each other. They discussed it many times but could never fully understand the depth and the passion that they produced between them.
As she put the car in park she leaped at him and they locked in a 2-minute kiss unmatched by any in the history of the world. He felt himself become excited as he whispered what he wanted to do to her in her ear. He knew she was listening closely as her lips parted slightly with a sigh. He aggressively pulled her to him and turned her in the driver’s seat so that he could attack the back of her neck. As he smelled her familiar floral scent as he kissed her and ran his hand through her hair. She started to nibble slightly on her finger as she closed her eyes to make a picture in her mind to refer to whenever she needed to see and feel him. He knew a night of passion was ahead of them.
When they walked into the suite something happened and he lost control of the situation.
“Don’t move I’m running this now. Do you understand?” she whispers.
“But” he interrupts.
“But, nothing” she said as his visions of the evening slowly became reality.
I'm Out,
44Black
His flight took much longer than he ever expected, not in real time but in psychological time. His mind tortured him with thoughts and fantasies of what the evening would bring. How cruel could he be to himself? He wanted to see and hold her so badly but those thoughts seemed to only prolong the flight. With every thought or daydream his heart would race. He couldn’t get her out of his mind.
He read the airline magazine article about a 3 day excursion Santiago, Chile. The trip sounded so romantic and imagined that they were holding hands walking through the outdoor market on the beach picking out fresh seafood. “One day I will take my love to such a place” he proclaimed in his mind. Again and again her beautiful face flashes in his mind. The almond shaped eyes and honey brown skin that only a mix of the Asian and Black persuasions can produce. “She is so unaware of how exotic and sexy she is “, he thought. “Oh well, that’s my department.”
Finally his flight arrived. He walked with his normal stroll through the airport. He was tall, black as night; cool as shade in the summer, calm as a lake on a spring day. That was his exterior, which very seldom changes; inside his heart was the true story. Inside he was jumping up and down, smiling and crying tears of joy because he was about to once again see the love of his life. He had been away from her for much too long.
He claimed his bags and the next wait began. When would she call? He stared at his cell phone, trying to will it to ring. He checked it for a dial tone to insure it was in working order. Paranoid behavior you might think, but to him it was necessary. Anything extending the separation between him and his love must be pushed aside. You see, their love was formed out of genuine friendship under circumstances much less than perfect. In fact, one would say it shouldn’t have happened. But somehow it did.
The phone rang, “Hi love, I am on the way” she said with the voice of an innocent angel.
He can’t stop smiling “Please hurry, I miss you!” he says anxiously.
She maneuvers her vehicle through the traffic at baggage claim. As she is doing this he spots her and she has that smile on her face. It melts him every time he sees or feels the rays of sunshine that beams from it.
“Love is a wonderful thing,” he thinks to himself.
As she pulls to the curb she jumps out of the car leaving the door open and rushes into his arms. The rush of joy is overwhelming to him as they squeeze their bodies closer together. Once they are able to wedge an inch between them they look into each other’s eyes.
“I love you so much” she proclaims with so much passion no man could doubt her sincerity.
As she is looking into his eyes he breaks eye contact only to study the lips that he has missed pressed against his. They are as soft as rose petals as far as he can remember. He moves slightly down towards her and pulls her up on her toes to kiss her with the passion of a thousand years of lost love.
“I am so glad to see you, so glad. You just don’t know” he says as he feels his insides quiver with each breathe.
They get into the car and leave for home. “Are we going to my place or yours” he asks.
“Don’t worry about that I got plan for you” she says in a strangely devilish voice without turning her head towards him but peering out of the corner of those beautiful almond shaped eyes.
“Where are we going, I’ve got some work to do tonight”
“Not tonight you don’t! Just be quite and ride”
“But” he says.
“But nothing” she playfully snaps.
They continue to ride and they constantly touch in some fashion. Her hand is on his leg, his hand is in hers. His lips are nibbling at her neck as she struggles to stay in her lane. As they pull into the parking lot he starts to get the picture. They are going to a familiar place. The place they first made love. The lovemaking was not planned that night last year, but it seems to be on this particular night. Their first experience together was the next step in a long friendship both distant and close. Their friendship has somehow become embedded in the love they made. They made themselves naked in front of each other as friends, long before every removing a stitch of clothing or even discussing their feeling for each other. They discussed it many times but could never fully understand the depth and the passion that they produced between them.
As she put the car in park she leaped at him and they locked in a 2-minute kiss unmatched by any in the history of the world. He felt himself become excited as he whispered what he wanted to do to her in her ear. He knew she was listening closely as her lips parted slightly with a sigh. He aggressively pulled her to him and turned her in the driver’s seat so that he could attack the back of her neck. As he smelled her familiar floral scent as he kissed her and ran his hand through her hair. She started to nibble slightly on her finger as she closed her eyes to make a picture in her mind to refer to whenever she needed to see and feel him. He knew a night of passion was ahead of them.
When they walked into the suite something happened and he lost control of the situation.
“Don’t move I’m running this now. Do you understand?” she whispers.
“But” he interrupts.
“But, nothing” she said as his visions of the evening slowly became reality.
I'm Out,
44Black
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