"The Streets"

Step, step, step then breathe… repeat… she runs to clear the mess as the rise and fall of her chest caresses the beat … the corrupt sounds fly into her ears and she… continues to step , step, and breathe… repeat… through it all she pushes as her feet greet the pavement with sweet squeaks of her blue and white sneaks… she runs to pile away all the stress of the week the sweat is a sign of defeat… the battle… as the black streets become a retreat… vacation fleet…

Yes she’s young and in charge as the street she kisses with her feet becomes the gateway to alertness… pressing her hand against her wrist… checking to feel her heart beat something that is obsolete during the week… as her feet kisses the street in her blue and white sneaks… as the kids peak out of the window to see if mommy is done… but she still has a few more mile to release… whipping the creases of her mouth her studsband yells to tell them to come eat…

As her feet meet the streets in her blue and white sneaks the sexy thoughts creep into her head as she runs her last mile and a smile pursues her face… mainly making her think of how her and her woman made sweet love upon there bed…she runs in checking her wrist again as she come back to consciousness…

Shower feels like gold on her body as she washes away her stress as well as the thoughts of the street were she left all that was unsaid… her hand meet her body now… now clean from the week she eats and rest laying next to her women… having left it all on the streets…