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. 💤💤💤