Meeting

I got off the train, and there you were on the platform. I spotted you, and walked over shyly. We embraced, and you gave me the kind of kiss that can be described with words I usually reserve for romance novels, deep, passionate, the kind of kiss the told me exactly how much you missed me, even without the words. We walked over to your car. You had brought your camera, you told me, and you wanted to take pictures of me. There was this park over by the lake that you thought would be a good place.

We drive over there, making small talk, I don't really know what to say. We get there, this little park by a river. It's the fall, and the leaves are turning colors and crunching underneath our feet. We go and sit on a bench. You snap some pictures, make some comment about how beautiful I am. I laugh.

We get up and walk around, admiring the wonderful autumn weather and the late afternoon sun. You stop, and we start kissing. The surroundings make this kiss so perfect, everything that a kiss should be. One hand is behind my head, holding my hair, one hand at the small of my back, pushing me closer. I'm hugging you as if I'm never going to let go. Your hands move down to the waistband of my pants, slipping them in. You grab my ass, knowing that always turns me on. Somebody's dog runs by, we suddenly separate. We meander over to a little shed on the edge of the park. Ducking behind it, next thing I know you've grabbed my hair, and pushed me down to my knees. You unzip your pants and I know what's next.

Dear readers, I apologize for leaving you hanging. This post, in some incarnation, has been in the draft stage for as long as it's been since my last post. I, however, can just not write an ending. It's the dirty talk again. It's totally out to get me.