I am sweating with passion from
Hot body presses and
Heavy bag punches
With the gloves off
I expose my package
Come spot me
Where I am laid out flat on my back
On this bench
Attempting to lift even more but
Worn out from the weight
Of waiting for you to touch me
Tired of touching myself
I need someone like you
To train my muscles
As so they may grow even bigger
Strong and hard enough to endure
The test of your many desires
And the burden you give to me
Of fulfilling them for you
Come take this bar and support it
Over my head as I stare at your
Beautiful breast
Upside down from where I am seated
As the top of my head feels
The warmth of your inner thighs
Pressing ever compressing my temples
Wishing that if I was to die
Let it be here and now
With my face in the one place
I wish to live
Lock me up in you
Let me punch
Bite and lick my way out
I promise never to succeed
Except to pleasure you
As I fake any attempt to escape
Your body's cave of steroidal
Passion and hormonal sports drink
Build me up so that I can take
Hours of lovemaking and the fatigue
Of our joust as we work out
I lift first then you go next
Hit me with your best shot
I know that's not all you got
Spot for me
Spot my package
Now hard and firm from your conditioning
Of my endurance and my presses
As I lie here on my back
Waiting to lift you
Should you again straddle me
With those legs I love
Copyright ©2007 Ted G. Sheridan
Ted Sheridan