“When can I get my hands on you again?” my lover texts.

Anticipation makes you both crazy.

That’s the kind of affair I’m talking about. Hot and steamy. The fogging up some windows kind.

It’s napalm levels of desire.

Every cell in your being wants to be with your lover.

They are everything your sex-starved body needs. Right there. You know what he’ll do to you. How his eyes will glaze with lust. How your body will quiver.

It’s the agonizing wait.

Why do the days leading up to your next “meet” feel like they are the longest of your life?

My guy asks, “Is it Monday yet?” when we part. Because he knows we won’t see each other for days. Time crawls to a near stop.

“God, could this day go any slower?” I wonder.
Or, he thinks, “Am I going to be able to wait?”

“Are you touching yourself yet?” I joke with my lover.

“I’m waiting, babe. My hand doesn’t feel good anymore.”

Is there a better compliment? I don’t think so. When you know their body more than you know your own.

“When can we see each other again?”

Expressed with more urgency than you can convey.

When you delay the goodbye. It goes from a peck to lingering. “We’re going to be late…” morphs into “I’ll figure it out” while you ramp up the “last kiss” in the car.

The excuses to linger circle in your brain.

I could say I was tied up with an old friend. Or did I have an errand in a different part of town? Or I’m busy at work.

That ole nugget. I’ll use anything.

You get to the point of excitement where you blurt out, “I don’t care anymore!” The excuses will happen whether or not your spouse believes them.

You will find any alibi to be out a little longer. To delay the inevitable.

Anticipation leads to agony.

You don’t want to leave each other.

That’s what affairs are all about. A good lover leaves you wanting more and more with less and less. You’ll never get enough time together.

AND it makes you anticipate every single moment you steal. The hours apart are torturous. The ones together become torturous, too. Why? Because you have to part. There’s no living together. No lazy mornings making love. No coffee together on a porch while sharing silly videos.

You are limited by the clock.

Yet, you can’t wait to touch each other. The prospect of adulterous joy! The hope for more.

“I need you, baby.”

“So do I.”

You miss every mannerism. Their crooked smile. The way they tilt their head. “All I think about is you.”

It’s classic NRE (new relationship energy) and the magic of cheating. You see your lover at their “sparkliest.” You never have to face their nasty bits. You get their very best self in the hours you have together.

It’s a recipe for longing.