The Gym Was Just Like Her

The Gym was just like her

The Gym was just like her
All bright and painted
Not tainted,
With use or abuse
Clean and pristine
With a glean, on each machine.
So that reflections could be studied
At length and unhurried

It had everything within
Jacuzzi and bright painted floozy to let you in
A steam room shut in pine
Where bodies could intertwine
And a place where ladies could paint their face
Have hair plucked or fat sucked
Sun tanned and some banned
For abuse or too much use.

The corridors went everywhere
Even past the male locker room over there
Never having dared to enter
Only wonder what's at it's center
She sometimes took the longer route
To find a missing boot
Discovering more oft then not
A chance encounter which she later forgot

It lead her to the muscle place
Of clanking metal moving slowly with such a face
Pausing long enough to see who's pairing
Through a mirror he finds her starring
Quickly stepping into a machines embrace
She colours and starts her own race
And quickly accelerating the pace
Sets the time and sets her face

Reaching a steady glow
And lost in thoughts of being on tow
Of how much easier it would become riding a tandem
With anyone here picked at random
But especially the short handsome one
With doleful eyes and well formed muscle won
From much hard work
And a routine he does not shirk

Startled by a soft request
To spot, and please do her best
And being warm enough and wormed still
She follows him over to the window sill
He takes her through the simple chore
While lying down between her legs with jaw
Shouts 'Hold tight' and gives her a feeling of what's install
Which makes her quiver and nearly fall

After all the exertion and thoughts of perversion
He follows her to the exit door
To talk to her and say 'Do you want more'
Holding her shoulder he became bolder
And being past caring who's staring
Pressed a kiss which they enjoyed sharing
Abandoning all caution and thoughts in proportion
Seeing only lust through eyes of distortion

Moving slow and deliberate and wanting to be considerate
He offers a ride to his place where they hide
A passion so sublime neither realize it's a crime
Wrapped only in urgent and demanding lust
All they know is that they must
Fulfill and quench their thirst and trust
No one will be wiser
Of there sweet and tender appetizer

Leslie Jones
May 99