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