Dreams part 1

I was nervous.
I am never nervous.
No one makes me nervous!
He makes me nervous.
Why? I hear you ask.
Simple really, I have loved him for 12 years now and not once has he touched me. Not once have we been anywhere together.
Not once have we shared anything with the exception of conversation.
So… today I am nervous
Because today I am picking him up and bringing him home.
I am here,in this place I must meet him.
He is not here.
They look at me, some smile and say hello, they know me from years of seeing me. One or two just look at me and see nothing, no one.
That’s ok. They don’t bother me.
I learned.
Twenty minutes pass by in a dream.
My hands sweat.
My heart aches.
I swallow
My throat is dry.
A shadow passes by the door.
It is him.
He is here.
Finally.
They unlock the handcuffs and pass him a pen.
Sign this, and that.
They hand him a bag, a brown paper bag.
It contains all he owns in the world.
He turns and smiles at me, bag in hand.
I stand up and smile at him.
He passes the bin on the way to me.
The bag hits the bin and drops in.
He reaches me and stands there.
His eyes are blue
His mouth is oh so mine!
As his hand finds mine we walk towards the door.
The door to
Freedom.
Freedomn for the first time in 29 years.
Holding hands we walk to the car and get in.
I stop at the front gate of the prison.
He looks at me and shakes his head.
Never look back. Only forward.
Lets go.
We go.
As I pull into the motel I have reserved for the night he takes my hand once more and kisses each fingertip before releasing me and sliding from the car.
I hand him the key.
He opens the door and picks me up.
He steps across the threshold; to a new life.
Me.
He throws me (gently) on the bed.
And disocovers I have no panties on.
The look on his face is all I need.
Wonder.
Love.
Lust.
Pain.
He is mine.
With trembling hands I grasp the hem of my t-shirt and slowly lift it away from my body.
I love the look on his face.