***I am reposting one of my favorite writes - my inner bad girl enjoys this one***
He wore
tshirt and sweat pants
she watched while he
stood mellow and cool
the precision cut physique of beauty
covered
hidden
by
tshirt and sweat pants
Yet, she became warm
staring at the loose waist of those pants
knowing easy access required little effort
and realizing that the chiseled hip bone
was a simply an arms length away
the tight flat ridge of abdominal muscles
a mere brush of her hand a few inches higher
the tshirt laying perfectly about
broad shoulders
between which she fit
just right
Licking her lips she
pulled her eye away
lowered her head and
attempted to focus on all things that
would release the pressure steadily rising
causing a natural throbbing
at her womanly temple
simply by observing him
chillin
in tshirt and sweatpants
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