Part 7. Edith & Her Jamaican Man
Drinking a coffee with whisky she had sat and watched
A new stranger in town that was coloured
His fine lean body
Black, shining looking lovely
She sat and she watched
And felt herself get aroused
Long time since those feelings had occurred
She wasn’t going to waste time
Edith thought I would make him mine
She would have this fine lean man
She didn’t give a dam he was Jamaican
He was a fine looking bedding specimen
Edith had beautiful eyes of blue
Her face was a picture of beauty too
Lovely red lips so full and ample
A body that was long and graceful
Her hair hung halfway down her back
Long hair that shone like silk, and was black
Her breasts did not sag, they were firm
Many a mans head did a sly turn
Wishful thinking they could dream and yearn
Often these days you can hear her singing
Now and then you can hear her man saying
Sweetheart, come here I want to show you some ting
He was a Jamaican
A proper Rastafarian
Always wanting to show to you something
Smiling eyes always laughing
He had a knack of talking about anything
His manner and humour many found soothing
He came to town with nothing
He wasn’t the kind that did much worrying
He wasn’t shy or wicked,
His laugh was loud and certainly not timid
He was always ready for a fight
In most towns it was just him who wasn’t white
Edith was born and bred in this town
She had also travelled the world round
Once she been broke, hungry and tired, hard hit
To swallow ones pride and ask for credit
In need to ask, you know how your feelings felt
She knew many of her customers secrets
People in need, she was so understanding
Profit had never been her main thing
Most returned at a later date smiling
To see hunger was something other
Her customers children should not suffer
Her husband was a Jamaican
One day she would have his children
New in town and alone
If he was lonely you would never have known
Smiling as he drank whisky and coffee
Debating if he should try Bella’s curry
Edith herd him moan tjer-bloodclot
Furiously he rubbed his foot
He hadn’t had a difficult life
Never ever thought about a wife
Rastafarian had been a traveller on one’s journeys
He had hundreds of unheard stories
Unknown to him this would be his new home
He would soon have a wife a woman of his own
Rastafarian was a little surprised
Edith sat at his table and smiled
Asking if he had travelled far
Before hearing his reply she knew the answer
His appearance looked a little dirty
Hi clothes were rather shabby
Rastafarian looked innocently smiling
Edith was pleased the ice was broken
Thinking how she loved his smile
She hadn’t had a man in a long while
Smiling to herself I’m going to have him
Edith hadn’t known he was still a virgin
Edith asked if he minded that they ate together
Rastafarian wasn’t use to eating with another
He was feeling awkward and shy
He told Edith he would have the curry
Edith sensed he didn’t have a lot of money
Bella came up and smiled warmly
Looking at Rastafarian, Edith ordered quickly
She had ordered much more than he could afford
Her eyes were laughing when he saw all the food
Rastafarian was hungry and it tasted so good
Edith was feeling good and everything was going to plan
Just a question of time, before she bedded her man
Edith asked a question or two
His eyes told her he was sincere and true
She kept the conversation light hearted
Watching how his body reacted
She asked how long he would stay
Also knowing he could not say
Rastafarian asked about a place to sleep
Needing a wash and the price wasn’t to steep
Edith said he could sleep at hers
He could also have some clean clothes
He would have to work to pay for his keep
Smiling, thinking service me at night.
Wrap those arms around me tight
They went to Edith’s store
Where she had a flat on the next floor
She showed where the bathroom was
Left him alone to get undress
She waited till she heard the water running
She took in clean towelling
Unaware he stood naked washing
She hungrily stood there admiring
He told her he had never had a woman before
She kissed him and he didn’t say no more
That night, first time he knew the meaning of amore
Many times they made love, fiercely and passionately
Whisperingly, kissing holding each other tightly.
28/01/2010 Copyright Jonathan Danyali.
