i opened the door. he'd come directly from the airport and followed a friendly neighbor inside, so no doorbell warned me. i might have been too afraid to answer that.no words.
tears flowed.
we came upstairs.
still not a word.
his touch felt like he'd only been gone a day. at last, we lay tangled and breathless. together. quiet. still. the only movement was the vibration of relieved contentment from within me. he held me. and he stayed.
i woke up awash in an orgasm. crying.
when i'm awake, there are very few things i truly want. they seem so simple, yet i sometimes feel like i might as well wish for a herd of gentle pink unicorns bearing pots of money and eternal contentment. and world peace. and an invisible castle. etc.
ack.
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