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Meeting

After months of talking. Playing with each other, dreaming of each other. We decide to meet. Next Friday, that gives me a week and half to panic, a week and half to wonder what it is about me that you like or don’t like. Finally the Friday comes. Finally to meet skin to skin, face to face, lips to lips. I watch your car pull up in the driveway. My heart leaps, my chest becomes tight, my throat is constricting. My body is betraying me showing you the excitement that your presence creates. My palms are sweating as I grow closer to you. I walk outside to greet you. I open your car door and watch the smile that grows on your face. I watch as you reach for your cane and start to stand up. Your eyes are smiling. Twinkling at the sight of me. You are everything I imagined a more. So much more. I got to say hello to you, but my voice is gone. So now I just look silly standing there. With my mouth open and no words coming from it. You place your hand on my cheek and tell me its ok, laughing at the silliness we both feel right now. I can feel the temperature rising in my body at the mere touch of your hand. I take your hand in mine, finally able to speak. I thank you for coming and explain to you that we have to go in and say hi to mom before we go. We turn to walk towards the door. But rather then reaching for the door I reach for you instead. In one movement I turn your back to the door, place your up against it, taking your face in my hands. I pull our lips towards each other, pausing just above your lips to get lost in your eyes. To enjoy the moment. To watch your eyes light up that the weird stranger thing didn’t happen. The electricity between us is amazing. The spark, the fire, the butterflies, they are all there, all coursing thru my body. I can feel your heart quicken, your chest heave, as your breathing grows deeper and more rapid. The touch of your skin finally beneath my fingertips, finally to feel you. My body already is in overload. Just after the moment of feeling all of this. I can wait no more, I kiss you deeply, passionately. Just like we have been doing for months only this time it is real, it is lips to lips and not just in my head. I can’t believe I am finally touching you, finally kissing you. You taste so good, so sweet and soft just like I have always imagined. After a few minutes of amazing kisses we stop, untangle ourselves and go inside. So mom can say hi to you before we leave for the hotel. Damn you smell so sweet. So amazing you are everything I expected and so much more.