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Six Degrees of Persperation

One. You walked past me.
The slightest of glances exchanged.
You must have ran here.
I smell your sweat mixed with body spray
As you lift your arms and tie back your hair.
Two. I take the stair master near yours
You're warming up well
Arms and brow glistening.
Thighs pumping, breast heaving.
Building up speed.
I feel heat as you pass by.

Three. You move to the cable trainer.
Workout starts in ernest.
Sweat building now.
Dripping from elbow and chin.
Slithering down tight cleavage.

Four. Warm down. Sauna bound.
I join you. Our eyes meet again.
Exchanges exchange, something more maybe.
In here it's hot, sweat pours.
Sultry eyes fall on bodies.
I stand to leave. You follow.

Five. Soaking sweaty towels in a heap.
Our slick, slippery bodies embrace.
Yoga. Kama Sutra positions used.
Must be quick, might be caught.

Six. Shower now.
Sweat and sex washed away.
The only evidence, our memories.
And CCTV. We hadn't considered that.