Jogging is different now.
The “scenery” used to make me smile.
The “curves” never failed to excite.
The sweat was somehow inviting.
(The shower… eyeballed from around a corner… was… intoxicating).
I suppose I wasn’t really jogging back then.
I was just walking briskly behind you,
drinking in your undeniable deliciousness,
pondering possibilities,
being drawn in,
pulse pounding,
by the beauty
of
you.
