Everyday I see you, I see you looking at me. You watching me, you watch me as I swim. You are the reason that I still come to the Health Club. You are the reason I still get up every morning that early and swim in the cold water. You are always here swimming with me when most people are still in bed. We have the pool to ourselves. I don't know your name, but I know your body. I know that look in your eyes as you watch me get out of the pool. As you watch me as I dry off. As I rub the towel over my shoulders and arms. As the towel travels down past my breast, my nipples rise; they feel you looking, you watching wishing that your hands were rubbing me in place of the towel. As I continue down my body I let the towel linger on my waist, hips and butt, taking my time, letting you watch. Then I wrap the towel around me and walk into the locker room. Knowing your eyes are following me, I allow my hips to sway causing the towel to flip as I walk.
I know this because I'm watching you. I look down the hall, as I make the turn at every lap, waiting for you to come into the pool. I watch you as you walk over to you lane, stretching as you go. What a body your have, I dream of your arms around me, your lips kissing mine, my head against your chest. All I can think of as you slid into the pool is how you look and how you must look when you are showering.