Poetry: My Nightly Dream

She stood there among her coworkers when she suddenly sensed his presence. She looked up at there he stood, smiling straight at her as he walked closer. She dropped what she was holding and ran towards him, leaping into his arms as tears started to stain her face. He grabbed her legs and held her up as they kissed deeply and with much longing. One of his hands moved to her back and massaged her slowly as she tried to speak while kissing him. Small proclamations of love and how much they missed each other seeped through as their mouths battled to possess each other. Tears that were running down her face entered their kiss but they didn’t stop their reunion. He just held her tight and rubbed her back softly as she pressed herself tightly against him and kissed him. Their act of reunion seemed so typical amongst those in a long distance relationship but there was something different about this one. Even though (or maybe because of) the two were being rather physical with each other, there was no lust. Desire, yes. Obvious love, yes. There wasn’t anything carnal in their embrace. Rather, it was an extension of who they were together and how they felt. In that moment, not one witness would be able to argue that sex between them would be a sin. She let out a shudder as their faces parted, traces of saliva hanging from both their mouths as they rubbed their cheeks together softly and looked into each other’s eyes with pure emotion. He set her down and her legs stumbled a little as she grabbed at his arm, her body adjusting to supporting itself once more. He wrapped an arm about her waist, pulling her into his side and she moved accordingly, holding onto his chest while staring up at him. For a moment, one would have thought that they had indeed become one but upon blinking would have realized that they were still two separate bodies. She was a pretty short person but upon seeing her tightly secured into the side of her man, her coworkers realized for the first time perhaps just how small and fragile she really was. This driven and independent woman who had claimed a fierce desire to live the role of a simple housewife made so much more sense upon seeing her dependency in this moment. She was the subservient half to the man she let own her. He raised her face to his own again and she let out a small sigh. He kissed her nose as he quietly spoke soft reassurances to his woman. She nestled her head into his shoulder, closing her eyes as a small smile settled onto her face. He tightened his grip on her slightly before they walked together to give everyone a small greeting before they went up to her room. And no one could argue that she was the happiest girl on the earth.