You asked me to pick you up at the airport and I can’t wait to see you again, after two months being without you. The traffic is slowing me down and I curse, afraid to be late. I finally reach the airport just in time, park my car and run to the place we agreed to meet. Breathless, I look around until my eyes set on you. You’re standing near the big window that allows you to watch the planes take off, gazing into space, not aware of the look the women near you are giving you; in that moment, I feel so proud that you are mine… As if you sense my presence, you slowly turn around to meet my eyes, a smile playing on your lips. I run to you, unable to restrain myself; you open your arms to catch me in a swirling embrace, your mouth finding mine, giving me a scorching kiss.
Laughing, holding each other tight, we finally exit the airport to reach my car. The drive back home is easier, the night is now here, and the traffic is fluid. We don’t talk but touch each other, your hand on my thigh, caressing it, letting me know that you are as impatient as me to be home. The electricity in the car is intolerable and I can’t wait to show you properly how much I missed you.
After what seems an eternity, we finally reach the house and I park the car in the backyard. As soon as I turn the engine off, you take me in your arms to bring me on your lap. Before I can argue that we need to get inside the house, you strip me in a hurry and latch at my body like a starved man.