He watched her as she moved smoothly from machine to machine,
Her lithe body glistening with just a bit of moisture.
He knew were she in his arms that he could moisten her more.
In the secret place that he was meant to excite
His longings kept abay by the noise and bustle of the gym
Then suddenly they were alone together as the wet heat of the steam room
mingled with their own desire and began to rise between them
No longer was it possible to keep apart, the slid into each other's arms
their lips roamed every part of each other
till finally their glistening sweat made for a touch both had longed for so long
and they were joined as one with a feeling of such pleasure they could only moan and
clutch each other like tomorrow would never come.
But together they did, with such ecstasy that the angels smiled..
Passionately engaging, Walt; thank you for sharing. You probably mean "angels" in your last verse? Mind you, with poetic license, "angles" probably works too. ☻ Love and peace,
What a lusty write! I could almost feel the tension. Unfortunately, my partner, who works out in the gym regularly, is really turned off by guys who hang around and ogle her in hopes of making a connection.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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Regis
Was that, “angle worms,” that smiled? ;-)
Ron
most enjoyable reading
Peace be with you
William