Joy Lovelet Crawford

Rookie (December 8th 1963 / Montego Bay, St. James, Jamaica. W.I)

Anticipation - Poem by Joy Lovelet Crawford

I anticipate the inevitable twining of our bodies
The merging of our breasts, the pressing together of our hips
Our outstretched hands and trembling fingers
Penetrating gaze into bashful eyes
The warmth of our bodies no longer there,
Now replaced by a fire between our legs urging us to go deep inside ourselves pulling each other along

I anticipate the tremors, shakes and scream of pleasure
The pounding of blood vessels, the tingling of nerve endings
The shuddering, clutching, grasping, squeezing, clawing, slapping, then….
The stillness…..

I anticipate the sobbing, sighing …the quiet
The smile of glossy eyes, the release of the hold, the air rushing in to cool the atmosphere
The relaxation, the glow, the numbness of minds that fight desperately to recall it all
As the moment slips away and only the sting of passion remain

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 24, 2008

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