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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 ….
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