This is inspired by, and dedicated to someone special. Names are not necessary, she knows who she is and why she is special. That means more to me than titles.
You're hesitant, unsure of yourself and what you may have gotten yourself into. It all seemed thrilling and daring up to now, but now it's real. You're here, sitting in your car, staring across at the door. You know he's in there waiting for you.
You're comfortable with him, the days and weeks leading up to this point have all been about building something between the two of you, but now there's another step to be taken. Till now, it's been friends, a friendship maybe you're not supposed to have, a relationship that's grown more intimate than just friends are supposed to be, but you can communicate intimately with each other, there's been a trust built up. Knocking on that door won't just cause that physical door to open, you know it will likely open other doors, leading down different corridors, some brightly lit, others darker and needing both closer scrutiny to reveal what's inside and a sense of wonder mixed with caution to explore them. Crossing that doorway, it will expose another side of you, one you're not even sure of yourself.
You feel the need to explore, to sample and taste what may lie beyond that door, but the reality is that you're more than a little afraid, it's partially a need to be safe, to protect yourself, but also the question lingers... what happens if I open the door and something within myself is let out, something that should have stayed locked up? Once it's out, can it be put back, would you even want to put it back? You started down this path with idle curiosity, a curiosity that built and grew as you gained more knowledge, as you started to look at yourself, within yourself. You had the need and desire, it's simply a question of having the courage to dare, the courage to try. The inner strength to allow yourself to grow in this way, the strength to open that door and go down those corridors, both bright and dark.
At some point you knew that this could not be a solo journey, you needed someone else, someone who could help and guide you, someone who could be trusted with these, your most intimate secrets, someone who needed to travel the path and open those same doors himself.
He's there, just across the way, on the other side of that door.
You call him on the phone, and he answers.
"Hey,"
"Hey yourself, where are you?"
"I'm almost there,"
"But?"
"But what?"
"You sound unsure, do you not want to do this?"
"I do, but I don't know if I can."
"You can, the question is if you have the will. I'm here for you either way."
You pause, gathering yourself, your thoughts, your inner strength. The thoughts rage in your head, "I want this, I need this, What am I doing here, How did I get into this, "
"I'm outside, I'll be there in a minute."
You turn off your car, and walk towards the door, a short journey in actual distance, but it's the longest walk of your life. You lift your hand to knock, but the door opens without you touching it, he's been waiting for you, watching you come to the door. He draws you into the semi dark room, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses you softly, then stronger, deeper, drawing you in. It's a kiss of hunger, of passion and intensity. You return the kiss in kind, welcoming the warmth and reveling in the desire that you know is directed at you. You have a place here, a place in his embrace that is both comforting and sensual at the same time.
"I'm glad you were able to make that walk."
"Walking was easy, now what?"
