35,000 feet

Winging my way, slicing through air, slipping through clouds, bending time.
Mile by mile, inch by inch, distance finally closing in.  
Seconds, minutes, hours. Hours, minutes, seconds. Ticking, grinding, crawling along.
Pressure, force, resistance, on mind and body and achingly hungry sex.
Floating, gliding, sleeping, dreaming, thoughts of you, thoughts of you, thoughts of us.
Hoping, longing, impatiently waiting for your scent, for your kiss, for our intertwined naked bodies merged together in the bliss.

I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way. To you.