Muscles and babes, babes and muscles. What more to life?
She swallows the crystal clear, Steps softly on the moving mat, Straightens her long lean body, And begins a slow steady amble.
The contour of arms, legs and torso Move slowly like a riveting waltz, Her breadth in sink with motion. Effortless.
She smiles white teeth and quickens her gait. Legs and arms gracefully gliding like a swan on a swim. Faster now. Heart beating. A huff of breadth, Still faster. Glistening skin against the skylight Sweat stained clothes Mercurial muscles sliding between air and ground.
She takes another gulp. Then another. Liquid oozes from her mouth. Wet cloth mixed with salt tightens her garment And exposes the tiny dots of nipples.
She runs. Legs, arms, butt and bosom in full erotica Prancing before me. Turning her head towards me, she smiles. My heart races. My mind imagines. My dreams dream.
She stops her pace, Beckons my stare and gently saunters toward me. Her sweatiness entices me. I dismount my machine and glide towards her. Perspiring in anticipation, I reach for her. I embrace her. The slipperiness of skin on skin is electrifying. I tell her I love her. She says she loves me too.
I give her the aniversary card. She smiles.
We go home.
What stayed with you?
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