Long Flight
Long flight
Awaking from a pill induced slumber, thinking to myself fuck I hate long flights, 17hrs, mouth feeling dry, parched. Just in time I see the air hostess in her demur provocative uniform clinking along with the drinks trolley. I look to my flight neighbor give a silly grin and utter “just in time.” Sir ? Bourbon dry thanks and hand her my credit card, she swipes it with professional precision, leaning back in my seat now reclined at its maximum with the brat c***d behind that can’t sit still. Still feeling irritated and drowsy from long sleep, I sip on my cool drink and think, about that special someone at the other end of the trip. The image of her appears to me as if it were yesterday, I had left her seeing her as she last stepped out of the shower with her beautiful jet black hair that falls straight and clumped when wet , glistening when wet., her eyes, brown and bright, the kind of eyes that when they look at you. You feel all warm and loved. I take another sip of my bourbon and savour the taste, thinking of sweet full lips and button cute nose, The last time we were together each in the others arms, kissing deeply with exploring hands with wonton passion of deepest desire. Seeing her image in my mind smiling. I hear a distance far away call then again like a search beacon a louder call hear a loud voice SIR! “we are about to land, Please bring your seat forward , THANK YOU. Feeling a bit startled and slightly embarrassed. I feel the plane banking around, seeing the city of General Santos, my heart beats a little faster, realization that it now won’t be long that we’ll be in each others arms, excitement builds within me, I feel a happiness that I haven’ t felt in a long time. My face is smiling, with a thud and screech of tires my heart is racing ,I’m now feeling a bit nervous knee is jittering as we taxi to lounge, stand up grab my overhead baggage, finally the airplanes doors open, I’m on the moved. I miss my girl so It’s been months all that’s on my mind is Rose, with every step to the baggage collection my heart is building in pace. Waiting for the my bag I see a women selling flowers and know how much she would appreciate a bouquet, I pick something small but elegant as I know this reflects her demeanor, grab my bag with a quick snatch and make my way out the doors as I leave the air conditioned oasis and slapped square in the face by the tropical heat I scream TAXI!. And move to a queue of colourful taxis, throwing the laden bags into the first in queue, a beautiful multi colored taxi, before me. I tell the driver “Greenleaf hotel Gensan, please” with a nod we are flying down a busy main road with touk touks motorcycles, scooters and bicycles, feeling displaced in a foreign land on a mission of the heart. Arriving at the Greanleaf Hotel I make my way to the concierge desk to check in. A beautiful opulent space with fine furniture all totally out of place to city scape and local surroundings. I see my friend Kim behind the desk and greet her with a warm smile and firm hand shake with appreciation in hand for her and her family with a quick and polite conversation I let Kim know I have a few things with me for her and her boys. Kim hands me the swipe key as I look at her before I can say anything else she says “Rose checked in this morning, with a nod I ask if every thing is in place and am assured that she took care of it personally. With a quick wave and smile I hastily make my way towards my final destination navigating the obstacles before me, the clunky elevator, getting my bearings with haste I navigate tourists and staff a quick right turn looking at room numbers 1143, 1142 , 1141. I stop dead I my tracks, sweaty shirt, brow heart thumping in my chest, weight of my pack on my back and case in my right hand, swipe key and flowers in my left . I just stand there looking at the black gloss door with silver metallic numbers and satin swipe lock. Gathering myself I knock twice and swipe the lock. And walk though the door dragging bags and paraphernalia behind me, Kim’s looked after us again thinking, looking around the room, moving into the main room I see you standing there, both startled, speechless, looking blankly at you, your eyes start to smile at me I feel a warm sensation in my heart and make the final steps to my destination I drop everything backpack, case keys and flowers. Moving in a zombie like fashion filled with excitement, exhilaration and contentment all rolled into one euphoric state, my arms embrace you, looking into your smiling eyes I come ever so close and hold you ever so tenderly and say “Hi” with that I move ever closer lean in to you seeing your gorgeous full lips, one hand on one side of your cheek the other hand on the center of your back closing my eyes and lay my lips upon yours and feel the warmth from them, your kiss is warm, beautiful and tender and can’t feel I want to be anywhere in the world but here standing before you with my arms around you and my lips on yours …I am home .
Awaking from a pill induced slumber, thinking to myself fuck I hate long flights, 17hrs, mouth feeling dry, parched. Just in time I see the air hostess in her demur provocative uniform clinking along with the drinks trolley. I look to my flight neighbor give a silly grin and utter “just in time.” Sir ? Bourbon dry thanks and hand her my credit card, she swipes it with professional precision, leaning back in my seat now reclined at its maximum with the brat c***d behind that can’t sit still. Still feeling irritated and drowsy from long sleep, I sip on my cool drink and think, about that special someone at the other end of the trip. The image of her appears to me as if it were yesterday, I had left her seeing her as she last stepped out of the shower with her beautiful jet black hair that falls straight and clumped when wet , glistening when wet., her eyes, brown and bright, the kind of eyes that when they look at you. You feel all warm and loved. I take another sip of my bourbon and savour the taste, thinking of sweet full lips and button cute nose, The last time we were together each in the others arms, kissing deeply with exploring hands with wonton passion of deepest desire. Seeing her image in my mind smiling. I hear a distance far away call then again like a search beacon a louder call hear a loud voice SIR! “we are about to land, Please bring your seat forward , THANK YOU. Feeling a bit startled and slightly embarrassed. I feel the plane banking around, seeing the city of General Santos, my heart beats a little faster, realization that it now won’t be long that we’ll be in each others arms, excitement builds within me, I feel a happiness that I haven’ t felt in a long time. My face is smiling, with a thud and screech of tires my heart is racing ,I’m now feeling a bit nervous knee is jittering as we taxi to lounge, stand up grab my overhead baggage, finally the airplanes doors open, I’m on the moved. I miss my girl so It’s been months all that’s on my mind is Rose, with every step to the baggage collection my heart is building in pace. Waiting for the my bag I see a women selling flowers and know how much she would appreciate a bouquet, I pick something small but elegant as I know this reflects her demeanor, grab my bag with a quick snatch and make my way out the doors as I leave the air conditioned oasis and slapped square in the face by the tropical heat I scream TAXI!. And move to a queue of colourful taxis, throwing the laden bags into the first in queue, a beautiful multi colored taxi, before me. I tell the driver “Greenleaf hotel Gensan, please” with a nod we are flying down a busy main road with touk touks motorcycles, scooters and bicycles, feeling displaced in a foreign land on a mission of the heart. Arriving at the Greanleaf Hotel I make my way to the concierge desk to check in. A beautiful opulent space with fine furniture all totally out of place to city scape and local surroundings. I see my friend Kim behind the desk and greet her with a warm smile and firm hand shake with appreciation in hand for her and her family with a quick and polite conversation I let Kim know I have a few things with me for her and her boys. Kim hands me the swipe key as I look at her before I can say anything else she says “Rose checked in this morning, with a nod I ask if every thing is in place and am assured that she took care of it personally. With a quick wave and smile I hastily make my way towards my final destination navigating the obstacles before me, the clunky elevator, getting my bearings with haste I navigate tourists and staff a quick right turn looking at room numbers 1143, 1142 , 1141. I stop dead I my tracks, sweaty shirt, brow heart thumping in my chest, weight of my pack on my back and case in my right hand, swipe key and flowers in my left . I just stand there looking at the black gloss door with silver metallic numbers and satin swipe lock. Gathering myself I knock twice and swipe the lock. And walk though the door dragging bags and paraphernalia behind me, Kim’s looked after us again thinking, looking around the room, moving into the main room I see you standing there, both startled, speechless, looking blankly at you, your eyes start to smile at me I feel a warm sensation in my heart and make the final steps to my destination I drop everything backpack, case keys and flowers. Moving in a zombie like fashion filled with excitement, exhilaration and contentment all rolled into one euphoric state, my arms embrace you, looking into your smiling eyes I come ever so close and hold you ever so tenderly and say “Hi” with that I move ever closer lean in to you seeing your gorgeous full lips, one hand on one side of your cheek the other hand on the center of your back closing my eyes and lay my lips upon yours and feel the warmth from them, your kiss is warm, beautiful and tender and can’t feel I want to be anywhere in the world but here standing before you with my arms around you and my lips on yours …I am home .
8年前
