"MEETING THE MASTER."
I step off the plane into new territory
My head light, my body as if it were floating
Feet grounded on an uncertain path
Yet my heart beats strong and free
I wonder what you are doing
As you await for me
Sipping a hot coffee
Reading a paper
Or pacing up and down
Wondering why that flight was delayed
If I was alright and safe
I smooth my wrinkled skirt
Hoping that you wouldn't notice
Adjusting my garments, to your specifications
It was always your way
How it should always be
In your presence
Wearily stepping to the terminal
Reaching for my bags
Smiling, heart fluttering
Knowing that we are in the same building
Amid the hustle and bustle of civilisation at work
I have dreamt for so long to have you hold me
Feel your lips caress my cheek
Your hands roam my body
My soul and mind captured by your heart
I bend slightly forward remembering your rule
Beaming, a Cheshire catlike grin upon my face
As I reach for my bags and turn
Seemingly lost as to what to do from now
I see you standing there
Watching me, taking me in with your eyes
As if you were devouring me with your gaze
I absent-mindedly leave my bags and leap into your arms
A scene just as any other in a busy airport
Two long lost lovers embraced tightly in eachother's arms
I take in your scent for the first time
I tingle as I feel your lips upon my own
Feeling your arms around me
The touch of your clothing
I taste your lips, drink in your scent
As if we were the only ones in the room
Dancing a lovers tango, drowned out and alone from the bustle
"Come my Angel, it is time we left."
I almost melt as I hear him speak
Watching his lips move his expression of love and care
As he breathed those dearest words
I suddenly giggle uncontrollably as I nestle against him
"What is on your mind Angel? Do not have me guessing little one."
"How are we both to fit on your motorbike with all these bags Master?"
He chuckles, and holds me closer to him.
"I do also have another vehicle which we can both fit in most comfortably."
We board the mini-bus with my luggage and ride to the carport
He allows me to enter first and then directs me to a seat
Discreetly at the back, for both of us still wish to remain quite subtle
As I rest on his shoulder, the jet-lag effecting me after my long flight
I feel his hand upon my thigh, caressing it, tracing his fingers along
"Let's see if my sub has remembered." He says softly.
I feel him move his head up, watching those in front of him
Ensuring that they were at their own business
Slowly I feel his hand snake up my skirt
Feeling his touch, although very slight
Sends waves of pleasure deep within me
"Good girl." He smiles wickedly at me
A little trickle escapes from my cu nt
"Good answer." He laughs.
I smile; I have always loved his laugh
I feel his fingers part my cu nt lips
Stroking the flesh between
"Some one is please to see me aren't they Angel?"
I shudder, wriggling against his fingers, a moan escapes from me
"Sit still" He breathes harshly in my ear "As much as I know you
enjoy being over my lap Angel, I do not believe you'd
appreciate it right now,... hmm?"