what next?

I'd arrive. I'd look around the airport lost. wandering through the terminal. Not knowing where you are and what to expect. Then I'd see your face. Or at least what I knew of your face. I wouldn't be sure at first. So I'd stand there looking at you. To see if you'd notice. Then you'd turn and look back at me. You'd see me. You'd look at me and at once I'd know it's you. We'd walk up to eachother. Slowly at first and then a little bit faster. I'd get to you. And I'd kiss you. Abruptly. But that's the way it should be. Real. You kiss me back. We move around slightly, trying to get used to the feeling of eachother's lips. We stay that way for a while.

5 minutes. Making it seem casual.
10 minutes. Seemingly intimate.
15 minutes. Unaware of the curious glances.

Then we'd stop. We'd let go softly. We'd look back and forth at one another, taking in the real flesh. The solid reality.

Then I say to you: " So, what next?"