Jul 4
The light burned with the intensity of the sun, turning the room into something of a poorly designed sauna.
I remembered when you were here. In this part of my soul. You would train with me here; but under all that I felt your wandering gaze everytime I was under a loaded barbell.
I remember we would start slowly slipping off pieces of clothing here and there purposefully bumping into eachother so we could be closer.
I always found it funny how my shoes and your boots would be the only articles we actually moved out of the way.
I remember looking at you as you glowed under that light. I think it was then I knew I was *******. Because the next time I'd be bumping into you.
Our lips would meet like a promise I wasnt ready to break. The world would quite down just for a moment as I would actually let myself sink into your warmth.
My arms wrapping around your waist and cupping the back of your head. Your hands wrapping around my neck and upper back. Your legs locking squeezing tightly around my waist as if the pain of being away was hurting us both. We became one there.
The combination of sweat, the smell of your hair when you let it down to block out the light so all I would see is your dorky grin.
Unaware and unable to stop your love. Not that I ever wanted to.
We were messy untamed, and we left signs of our love all over the padded floor, on the walls, against the weight rack especially on the bench.
Dripping with sweat and practically sliding into one another, we were glued to eachother.
And our poorly designed sauna made it harder to focus and not fall.
With every heavy breath your sweet voice would reassure me everything was alright. Every moan you would make was as if the heavens opened up for a moment to that glorious garden and fountain.
This was us it was our pleasure you would turn me into jello. And I would have to muster up all the strength to carry you in my arms because you wouldn't be able to stand steadily.
An the way you would whisper "we should continue in the shower" with a giggle, knowing **** well we would be slipping all over the place.
I remembered when you were here. In this part of my soul. You would train with me here; but under all that I felt your wandering gaze everytime I was under a loaded barbell.
I remember we would start slowly slipping off pieces of clothing here and there purposefully bumping into eachother so we could be closer.
I always found it funny how my shoes and your boots would be the only articles we actually moved out of the way.
I remember looking at you as you glowed under that light. I think it was then I knew I was *******. Because the next time I'd be bumping into you.
Our lips would meet like a promise I wasnt ready to break. The world would quite down just for a moment as I would actually let myself sink into your warmth.
My arms wrapping around your waist and cupping the back of your head. Your hands wrapping around my neck and upper back. Your legs locking squeezing tightly around my waist as if the pain of being away was hurting us both. We became one there.
The combination of sweat, the smell of your hair when you let it down to block out the light so all I would see is your dorky grin.
Unaware and unable to stop your love. Not that I ever wanted to.
We were messy untamed, and we left signs of our love all over the padded floor, on the walls, against the weight rack especially on the bench.
Dripping with sweat and practically sliding into one another, we were glued to eachother.
And our poorly designed sauna made it harder to focus and not fall.
With every heavy breath your sweet voice would reassure me everything was alright. Every moan you would make was as if the heavens opened up for a moment to that glorious garden and fountain.
This was us it was our pleasure you would turn me into jello. And I would have to muster up all the strength to carry you in my arms because you wouldn't be able to stand steadily.
An the way you would whisper "we should continue in the shower" with a giggle, knowing **** well we would be slipping all over the place.
