Watching Her

Her breathing is heavy
Entrancing and steady
Swelling and surging
To the point I just can’t take it any more
Watching her
Is better than imaginary
It’s extraordinary…
Her look of concentration
Hot and flushed fixation
As the beads slither down her body
Slowly and irregularly
But full of grace…
This isn’t just a phase
But it’s determination
To get to that place she wants to go…
Her mouth is slightly agape
Her hair a sexy perfect dirty mess
Staring directly at her reflection
An imagined future
Her vision of what she’ll be…
Every curve of her body covered in sweat
The perspiration steaming from her pores
An aura outlining her buxom silhouette
And the determined look in her eyes
(Sigh)…I love watching her exercise