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THE 'PASSIONATE' RUNNER

As I watched her run on the track
I imagined her in the sack,
The energy with which she’d run
Expended in our bedroom fun.
 
The fingers tightened in a fist
Dug in my back during our tryst;
Me getting covered with her sweat
That was making her shirt quite wet.
 
The blond hair, bunched into a knot,
Being let down as things get hot.
The bare legs, toned and smoothly shaved
I could get between (sounds depraved!)
 
Her figure’s taut, kept-fit manner
Recalled statues of Diana,
The tireless mythic hunteress,
With whom no Actaeon should mess.
 
My lustful eye was easy caught
By her breasts' move in bra's support,
While the shorts fitting round her rump
Showed an equivalent rear hump.
 
My ears took in the rhythmic sound
Of trainers as they hit the ground
As well as of her well-timed breath
(Shades of making “love strong as death”).
 
Her panting face showed clenched white teeth,
As if begging for some relief.
By time she got to finish line
I’d fully imagined her mine.
 
She caught her breath, then moved to face
A man getting out from his place.
He brightly smiled, assuring, older,
And put a towel on her shoulder.
 
He then threw his arms tight around…
Spell was broken, spirit downed.
My lusty thoughts were so mistaken;
She I’d been lusting for was taken!
 
Ashamed that I did ever start
Thoughts of adultery in heart,
I turned my back to walk away,
And left them to enjoy their day.
Written by Solomon_Song
Published | Edited 11th Apr 2014
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