The Girl sits
Weary shoulders drooping
Red on her lips, smeared
Clothes, torn and discarded
Lying in a heap.
A faint glimmer of emote,
Heart, still pressing, a tingle
In her chest.
For tonight it happened.
And the smile grows
And she thinks back upon it,
The tension in her thighs
Her pounding expectant heart
Straining muscles, pushing hard
Grinding, pressing to that edge
Then off...flying through air
Crossing the line. First place.
Landing...crashing.
Blood smeared lips, clothing torn and dirty.
But she won.
And she smiles...
