We met at my childhood home.
It had been so long since we last saw each other.
I was anxious and excited.
I ran to the front door quietly, as to not wake my sleeping mom.
I could see him parking his car out front.
As he got out of his car and commenced walking towards me, I could feel my face blushing, gleaming with delight.
I could not believe he was actually there in front of me.
Worried that someone would see him, I barely looked at him and awkwardly beckoned him into my dark and quiet home.
I was sneaking him inside my childhood bedroom, and didn’t want my mom knowing he was there.
Leading him down the dark and long hallway, I showed him to my room.
He walked inside, and I followed. My back towards him as I locked the door, I could already feel his firey energy on the other side of the room. Still. Waiting.
As I turned to face him, we both stood silently for a moment, just looking at each other. As we both smiled big penetrating smiles, I analyzed each and every detail in his face.
Taking in his energy which tasted so familiar, I admired his being. I had longed to be in his presence again for so long.
He looked different, but the same.
Our bodies now becoming two magnets that could no longer resist each other, swiftly met in the middle of the bedroom.
Caught in a long awaited embrace, our energies combined and danced together beneath a deep passionate kiss.
It was rain after a long drought. A frozen moment in time.
I felt so much passion. So much love. So much pleasure.
We made love for what felt like hours. We took breaks in between catching up on lost time.
We had conversations between kisses, and then we would get lost in passionate love making again.
But once the sun started rising, he had to go.
He promised he would come back to see me later that day.
I let him out of the house, and watched, satisfied, as he drove off.
And then, I woke up.
