Waiting

I look forward to our meeting. I'm driving to your city and meeting you in a hotel. I'm so excited. I long for your touch. I long for your kiss, for your embrace, for your smell, for your taste, for your tenderness, for you.

What will you be wearing? Anything? Nothing? Something special? What will I wear? Does it matter? What will you bring? What should I bring? What will happen and in what order? *evil grin* Will we leave the room at all? Shall we order in? Will we sleep? I so want to be in your arms. Not having you right now is antagonizing. Having to wait, having the anticipation build, is practically unbearable. But I will bear it, to be with you soon.

I want you and I'm willing to wait,.... but not too long. ;)