Seeing another's come true...I'm wanting to dream...

There's a man.  His features aren't clear...soft, unsharpened...but there are things that come into place.  Brown hair, blue eyes, a square jawline, broad shoulders, white skin, only slightly taller than myself....  We're in some airport, and smile as we realize who each other is.  I'm unsure if affection is welcome, so I hesitate...he goes ahead and touches my shoulder, a minor gratification.  We find our way to our transport and drive.

I don't know for certain where we are...my place, his, a room... I feel shy, but try to speak, try to be beautiful and sweet and silly.  I believe his eyes and ears are drinking it all in, admiring it, enjoying it.  I cannot help adoring him, lost in his voice, in his eyes as he looks at me.  There's a yearning brewing between us...we both long to give in...

And we do.  Hands seek skin, lips seek lips, bodies press close... Hormones and emotions entwined in their fiery dance...

We try to spend the days like visitors in a new land.  Explore cities, parks...wander in the sunlight with smiles and laughter...  We gather food to prepare together in a kitchen, cooking and talking, perhaps a drink...

The dance would lure us in again...

This would go on for a few days...as many as could be granted...and one day we would have to return to that airport.  I'd be unable to hide the tears...he'd offer comfort...it is not goodbye...

"Until we meet again..."