The rat race isn’t getting any easier
Running as fast as you can in circles
And all you can hope for is some crappy medal
Consider what would happen if you tried a different sport?
Kick off those tired sneakers and grab a javelin?
Taking time to learn a new task
Repeating it over and over
As it becomes a part of one’s being
It meant that if you get on track
Nothing will stop your locomotion
Brent watched her hips sway as she walked away
Lust pumped through his veins, leaving little blood for his brain
Urges finally broke his feet free and he started to follow
She spun around on her left foot, stopping him in his tracks
He felt his lust dissolve and rush to his cheeks as she put her hands on those hips