Airport Ponderings

All I recall was the word fatalistic, and my mind drifted from the tone of his silence to deciphering what he meant in the context in which he conveyed when the original intent was lost in translation, and I pondered the ways in which he anchored his rock hard jealousy in the core of my smooth glistening plush velveteen as I tilted my head, and watched him ever so intentionally to trigger the distraction of those explicit scenarios.
  
Scenarios, that were flashing across my mind like swirling ribbons of neon honey ochred joy, and if he had any true insight into those moments, I can only imagine his erubescent shades of flushing heated moments as my tongue once explored the possibilities of his flesh whilst codifying the intensity of his longing stare, when he stared a little too longer than what he should, and we always stared longer than what we should have.
   
Hmm. He may have been undressing my attire way before I caught him staring at my legs when adjusting my twisted patterned hosiery, and once he noticed that I noticed him peeping at me and edging me to hit him off as he looked away with that smirk etched upon his face, it was at that moment that I knew that I’d bend to his will and chase him to the ends of the earth, just to taste his kiss as his fingers trigger a cascading waterfall within my inner chaos.    
   
I get the feeling that we’ll bond on a cold winters day whilst launching ourselves into the opportunity that that day might bring, even if it brings silence for in the silence, I find him bathing in a peaceful knowing that he knows me by face, and touch, and not by the stupidity of my youth.    
   
I’ve no expectations but I cannot guarantee that I won’t cry if he makes his way to me and my warm embrace, and I’m used to his subtle rejection, and I remember his raging jealousy and he masked it so well that I had to learn how to analyse things from a situational perspective from his end, just to understand him a little more.
   
Hmm. And, there's nothing really that I like about me, other than my ruthless approach to life, and the memory of him, all over me.