Morning Swim

This was for a flower but seems to be too long to post.

I watched him from my apartment window every single morning.
My husband sleeps in bed its his day off today.
I wonder what he would say if he knew my passion’s in the pool.
He came at five when most were sleep in this lazy town.
He comes in early with his things in a big black bag.
He makes sure that he’s very quiet not to wake the sleepers.
He takes off his tight jogging suit and looks left and then right.
And then he takes off his underwear and puts his swim suit on.
It’s bright enough to see him there standing stark naked.
His body’s built like a God but it moves this isn’t marble.
And what he’s got between his legs a leaf won’t ever cover.
He’s standing in a corner he thinks no body sees him there, taking off his clothes.
But I stand and catch the morning show every time he comes.
His body’s strong beyond my words to express what it is I saw.
So I’ll just say he’s full of muscles and built just like a rock.
I never in my life seen a man so strong and the sight of him makes me tremble.
And forget about that deadly thing down between his legs.
His power seems to come from all the muscles that he’s got.
And as he pulls up his trunks that thing puts up a fight, as he slowly put it away.
My mind is in a dreadful place its caught between two rocks one I love and my fantasy’s winning out.
I never seen a man so black he blacker than the night.
But as he moves his muscles expand and shine like a black mirror.
He stands and looks down at his bag and as he bends I sigh out loud.
His muscles in his back are so deep they ripple from the sun.
This god this man so full of power is standing there for me.
And I can’t even say a word afraid he might see me.
I spy him from my window from a small small crack.
And as I look my heart beats faster dreaming about what’s to come.
He takes a step to the pool and slowly feels the water.
He brings a little to his body and rubs it on his shoulders.
He takes some more and rubs a little on his mighty chest.
And turns around to watch a bird thats watching this great show.
I realize that I hold my breath as I watch this man.
I softly let my breath exhale but as softly as I can.
I know he’s not able to see me from my spying place.
But I fear what I might do if he knows I am standing there.
He makes me think real crazy and makes my body hot.
I feel like I am a young girl now who’s ready and real wet.
My heart beats sitting in my mouth and I can’t believe he’s here.
I try to breath but my minds not clear its full of fantasy’s.
I’ve watched him for a year or two I am always burning up.
I am married with a man I love who’s got a little belly.
Thats ok I love him but this mans my fantasy.
I stand here in my corner peeking through this crack.
And as I look I realize that he is what I want.
But just like every fantasy a dream is all I’ll get.
But what a dream I have with him he’s touched me everywhere.
And if my husband only knew that I slept with him last night.
I make pretend that he’s in bed with me but its really just my husband.
He does all kinds of sensual things to make me very wet.
And then he lifts me up over him and slowly aims that weapon.
I hold my breath as I think about all that he can do to me.
But its really my husband making love to me but he’s my fantasy.
I close my eyes and fly away to my erotic dreams.
I hate to think what my husband would do if he only knew.
He’s ready now to take a swim his body’s all wet.
He’s splashes water everywhere to take the shock away.
His body’s shining like the sun its bright and so damn black.
And smooth is just a silly word as you look at his fine skin.
He dives in to the water and his skin glides like a knife.
And next to the blue of the pool he’s like a work of art.
His body looks just like a shark as he swim’s with so much power.
I watch his body cut through the water with the greatest ease.
Then flip and turn and head out to take another lap.
His movements are like a fine swiss clock deliberate as it moves.
Not one single stroke is wasted as it cuts through the morning water.
What power as I look down at this magic show for me.
Every movements a work of art even his big feet.
His legs have muscles everywhere their powers making foam.
The waters looking like someone’s in a motor boat as he powers through the water.
He moves so smooth its unreal I’ve seen men swim before.
But this mans body cuts the water like there’s nothing there.
I slowly let my mind take in every single moment.
And touch myself to ease the pain my body’s really hot.
I take a breath as I realize that this show is coming to an end.
It’s been an hour and thats when he’s usually out the pool.
And this is when the finale begins to this morning show.
He comes to the end of this giant pool and pulls himself up out the water.
The muscles in his giant chest are stronger than a horse and his arms are like trees as they pull his body up.
The water runs down off his chest and sparkles in the sun.
As my mind takes in every detail of this mornings glory.
This man of steel is so smooth so wet he’s shining like the sun.
And as he pull completely out I hear the water groan.
As if its trying to pull him back into the pool to caress this body again.
I look down at his mighty body with such burning needs.
I realize that I am hypnotized by this mans beauty!
And then I take one deep breath and start to come.

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