The phone rang it was him. I couldn't find you on Facebook. Is he home? No he is at work I can speak . Will you be alone tomorrow morning? Around 8:39 o'clock? Can I see you?
Yes you can see me . I couldn't wait to see him it has been so long.
I could hardly sleep that night. He arrived late a little after 9 o'clock. His last delivery held him up.
I can't stay long he said. The salesman is right behind me. I asked if he would stop if he saw his truck here. Yes he would stop if you saw his truck here. I took him in my arms and held him at least I have this. And he embraced me close. Kissed me deeply and passionately .
Your hair is getting so long.
You asked me not to cut it I said.
He shook his head held me close and kissed my hair.
You look good with long hair I like it.
I must taste you he said.
We locked the doors I did not want to get caught.
He kissed me again.
I sank to my knees took him in my mouth.
Sweet taste and the way he responded to me.
We ended up in my bedroom. In the short time that we were able to be together he knew how to touch me. He whispered I could do this every night for the rest life.
I love his words even though I knew they were just for this moment.
As always afterward we sat by the fire and talk just mundane everyday things. It does not feel like it is just physical.
The days pass and there is no conversation no texting no email. There are no birthday presents no meals together no flowers. There are just these moments that we have every several months.
He is such a light to my weary soul. At times I want something more. But this is what it is, and it's better than nothing at all.