The Poetry Journal

Inspirational quotes and short stories on romance and travel

And there he was…

Leave a comment

I was on a trip I had planned to take over the beautiful blue ocean called the Caribbean Sea. This place was busy with many people with familiar faces.  I knew I was close to him, but there was no possibility I could see him due to circumstances beyond my control.  I carried on about my day, shopping, eating, and beaches until my very last night on the island.

And somewhere in the hotel, in front of a small dining hall, there he was, standing there… Six feet tall, mulatto skin tanned and smooth.  His chest was contoured like an athlete and his stomach was rippled like a washboard.  He was drenched as if he had to go between hail and high waters to see me.  He was standing in his underwear with a smile on his face.  He said the manager took his wet clothes and washed them; therefore he had nothing.  I was left with him, speechless, but we picked up right where we left off the last time we were together.

I laid in his arms, with my hands on his chest, and I could not stop kissing him.  He tried to speak about his rough journey but I was interrupting him with my soft lips.  “Shhh… Is Ok. You’re here with me now, Papi.”

And there he was, the one I was longing for… right there in my dream. 💤💤💤

Raquel©

Advertisements

Author: Raquel Helm

Author|Blogger|Creative Writer|Poet ~ Connecting you to live and love on purpose.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s