I sent the text. The invite… it went like this:

“Ohhhh Mikey… thinking of you. Get together later?” I did not need to include a heart, a winky face smiley, red lips, or a little purple devil on that text. It’s all implied.

That’s all it took. Then I went about my business, knowing he’d respond… he always responds.

And There it was. His response. “I’m feeling privileged. I’m golfing with the guys and will let you know when I am heading back our way.”

Perfect! I texted.

I purred inside. Can’t wait to see my Mikey.

It’s like a little game of chase and he likes to get caught.

He once said I was looking at him like “Wile E.Coyote.” Only in his dreams… Ok, no actually I do look at him like I’m Wile eyeing the road runner. Oh how I love that road runner. His first reference about Wile was the time he was sick and asked me to tuck him in bed. Yes, tuck him in to bed. It was my pleasure. It’s always my pleasure with Mikey. I was talking with him and then he proceeded to undress himself for his tuck in.. I couldn’t help but look at him with delight. Then came the Wile comment.

You know, That’s fine. I’ll take it. Wile Coyote is known as a highly intelligent coyote with an endless appetite. Fair enough. I do have an endless appetite for that man. Many people think that Wile never caught the road runner. This is not true. Do your research.There was at least one instance where the coyote successfully caught the Road Runner. I like a little catch and release. So does Mikey. By the way, The road runners personality is described as confident, playful and fun loving. That checks. You see, Mikey actually enjoys the chase. We have a win win situation here.

Now to our evening. This time he was not sick. He was tired. Non-stop work, a week of divorce court and a day of golf with his buddies wore him out. Well almost wore him out. It went something like this:

“Want an ice cream, I need something sweet.” Hagen Das or a Blue Bunny cone?” Mikey asked. His voice low and confident.

He stood there in his kitchen. The kitchen designed for a master chef and entertainer. He was on one side of the pure white marble counter and I sat on a bar stool on the other side.

His salt and pepper hair peeked out of his golf cap and his beard was neatly trimmed. He wore a white golf shirt that said “Los Angeles Country Club.” I thought that was amusing since he had been golfing in Riverside all day. He looked tired. His brown eyes, that often speak to me were heavy. I noticed his arms were sun burned and I admired his smooth hands that look like they belong to a 20 year old. I was in my jeans, black top and new Adidas tennies. I was calm yet wide awake. Alert like the coyote. The room was cool, but I was warm. I could smell the yellow roses that sat on the counter. I noticed a large paperclip on the oak floor. It must have fallen off all the paperwork regarding his 6 year divorce that sat on the counter.

I responded “I’ll have a Blue Bunny, chocolate.”

I savored every bite in delight while I observed him consume his Haggen Das bar. Mikey let me know he would need his sleep and probably fall asleep immediately when he put his beautiful head to the pillow. “I’ve been out in the sun since 8:15 this morning, I don’t think I can stay awake” he said.

“Of course Mikey, you can get your sleep. I’ll tuck you in and cuddle up next to you. I said and I meant it, but not really.

If sleep means giving that man kisses and love for hours then he is well rested. He enjoyed every moment which was evident in his sensual kisses and our shared breath. Did I mention that his lips are perfect? His bottom lip that I love to nibble is plump and smooth and his top lip is just as appetizing. His perfect lips only seem speak the truth. They are connected to his heart.

I love spoiling him. Every kiss, every touch comes from the depth of my soul. It is so easy to love him.

Eventually, since I have a tendency to wiggle, toss and turn, he banished me to the other side of the bed when he truly needed sleep. But still, he took his leg across the bed. His foot touched mine and at that moment everything was ok in my world. Coyotes need sleep too.

The morning looked a little different. As I slept on my side, his foot touching mine, I felt his arms come around and he held me like no other as he firmly pressed his body against mine.

Another morning of catch and release.

To be continued…

Beep Beep.