Running by your house, 1

Hi there, I was finally overcome enough to put this feeling/fantasy I have into words. It’s not your typical erotic lit, but here’s what came…

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Arriving at my normal departure spot
Struggling out of my daily work wear in a smaller than expected car
Pulling on the bare essential: shoes, socks; light shorts; shirt at first; hat, maybe

Stepping onto the gravel, I’m ready to go.
Never one for stretching, though I know I ought to
I plug into my phone for entertainment and record

And we’re off.
Legs, lungs, heart engaged.
Into the green.

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Taking notice of the changing woods
Not a thought to whose they are
And not so leisurely a pace that I pick up on the finer features
Until the crunch scuffle gives way to pit pat on old asphalt

The houses, merely yellow, white, green slip by
Stories not worth telling in most, no doubt
But the one two-thirds one mile, I’ll look

Posture? Breathing? Expression? All set?
Setting the scene for my, our? Encounter.
Never a word spoken, but I look for you
Just a smile feels rapturous.

This is absurd.
Juvenile, embarrassing, exhilarating.
When we intersect

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Back to the starting place.
Mature, honest, steady.
Until next time.

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I dream of being watched on my regular lunch run. Being an expected sexy distraction for an otherwise bored out of her mind mom, retiree, etc. This bit of writing attempts to get at the mystery of relationships that aren’t.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mmu8jr/running_by_your_house_1