Desire, excitement, urge, relaxation

It was a tiring business trip and a long flight home.

Days filled with meetings, numbers, engineering—

until, in a taxi bound for the airport,

a message from my beloved lit the dusk.

Her words I sprayed were a sudden blossom,

turning my thoughts into a restless tide

and drawing a quiet smile across the miles.

Through the ten hours of sky

I carried only the thought of her breasts

the pull of her spray,

the promise of our quiet reunion.

When the plane touched earth,

my phone stirred again:

more spray words, more quiet urgings.

I drove straight to her,

hardly giving notice.

She opened the door— and I stepped inside

Kissed her like a traveller finally home.

I gathered her close, lift her top up

closed the door behind us, unbutton her bra

and felt her breasts the weight of distance fall away.

Still in my travel-worn suit, guided her to bed

I rested in the soft warmth of her blossom.

The long journey faded to a hush;

time itself slowed.

Beside her on breasts I drifted into sleep,

and when I woke

her eyes were waiting, smiling.

“You slept,” she whispered.

“I found my relaxing place,” I answered.

“There is nothing more soothing

than this quiet we share.”

Took her nipples in mouth, I started again ….