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Sweating really hard

moisture trickling 

finding it hard to swallow

a pounding pulse

coming up my throat.  

I remember when

we had one of our sessions

just like this place

this same kind of feeling

the pretty bodies

working on a purpose.  

I kissed you hard

against an immovable object

fighting to keep pace

lips were thirsty 

my little one

buried underneath 

my six-foot five frame. 

I couldn’t stop staring

drool and all

in awe of just how beautiful 

it truly was

to be in that gym

alongside the girl.