The gym

Seeing her at the gym with her tight yoga pants
With an ass to murder, as eyes that keep staring
Going through her routine with her looks uncaring
That the exercise needs is in her mindful grants

Seeing her all sweaty, thinking of other ways
That would turn attention towards muscular buff
Sparing through to the weights that would make looking tough
With deceptive affair without any amaze

Her smile now brightens big when finding her lover
With all the other men, with shoulders slouching down
That another taken in the fittest of crown

As attention flicker to the next fit cover
As blazing through workout to finish at same time
Hoping for a quick chat after the sweaty slime

◄ Story of my month (30)

Morning wake-up ►

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