misses Sir
a memory from long ago
my heart, my body, and my head sighed “we are home”…
and for a precious few hours, we were. home.
traffic was light and the hour passed uneventfully, allowing me to listen to the soundtrack the radio seemed to pick out…
some evoked memories from a childhood long ago and others seemed to resonate if even a glimpse into a time somewhere in the future…
and of course, the earworms that are just that…earworms for whatever reason there is…
and those that are just naughty and fun, or naughty, or sexy and of course downright dirty…
that I woke up early
just to sneak a glance goodbye…
like finding your favorite fruit on the bureau. just because.
It was a stretch of time in which we weren’t communicating much at all. Life and our real-life obligations being the priorities that they need to be. Yet, I missed the sound of his voice, the daily conversations whether irl or virtually. It’s as if he knows me because one day, there was a voicemail…
One that left me giggling and blushing in my office. It was that mischievous voice, asking me if I’d heard of an Australian kiss and would I like one? *sigh* if he only knew…
Which then made me recall the first time I heard this song, by none other than the famous local band, Heart, when I was in middle school. Whilst my classmates were all a twitter about their current crushes and how they were the one (because we all know at 13) I remember thinking there is no such thing. No such as thing as the one, let alone at 13 but a Magic Man? Ha!. It is a belief I held to my core for another thirty-four years. I was wrong.
My heart dropped when I saw the missed call on my mobile phone. He doesn’t usually call my mobile directly, ever. Unless he needs to reach me, to tell me he isn’t going to make it. It hasn’t happened often, given the three years or so, but any time it does, it slays me. I know it shouldn’t. Ever. His time isn’t his own, especially when it’s me doing the traveling.
Nervously I call him back and the moment I hear the tenor of his voice; cheerful and anticipatory, I breathe a sigh of relief. He’s on his way…
I hear the keycard in the door and my heart immediately lifts and when I turn to see him walk through the door all I can’t help but feel the smile on my face reach all the way up to my eyes. Even after all this time. Not caring that I’m wearing my geeky girl glasses or slept in jammies, I rush forward, desperate to be near him. To inhale his scent. To have his arms wrapped around me, tightly. To taste him, to feel every sensation coursing through my being. And then, it’s up on my tiptoes to kiss him and in that nano-second, I catch the look in his cerulean blue eyes and I can’t help but gasp as my panties get wetter and my heart leaps into my throat. My nipples ache for his attention and my body vibrates in anticipation. Before I know it, I’m on the edge of that precipice. Don’t pretend you don’t know the one I’m talking about. The one in which you look over in awe and just as you reach out to balance yourself, your body has decided to pitch itself head first. Yes. That precipice. Each and every time with him. Every. Damn. Time. Over and over and over again.
…~kitten
is me is really me 