I
watch with exhilaration,
My
heart racing
As
that iron is pumped
Flexing
the skin of her arm
Showing
undeniable strength
That
also runs deep.
I
can’t help but get worked up
Watching
the sweat beading down
Toward
her chest.
There
is an aching in my muscle
When
she does her pushups
And
I’m fantasizing about
Being
underneath.
My
knees grow weak
When
she breaks into a rhythm
Of
squats,
Every
time those tone legs part
I
have an insatiable urge
To
flex between her thighs.
Strolling
to the kitchen
I
can’t help but smile
While
making her protein shake
And
a meal
Knowing
full well that after dinner
I’ll
be her workout
Till
it hurts so good.