Goth girl down the gymOn the treadmill runningI’m behind on the cross trainerBlatantly staring at herHer black tight lycraWrapper around a perfect rear20mins to go Her hair is in braidsThe sides are shavedHer hairs black like her topI’m feeling tired I want to stopBut stopping would show I’m weakSo I fantasize about her butt check15mins to go She’s got pale white skinShe keeps on running and runningShe’s a billion times fitter than meBut I don’t care I’m loving this fantasyCramp now in my thighsI notice she has green eyes10mins to go I see on her shoulder a tattooI glimpse her G-string, it’s blueShe has pert breasts, bouncing but firmI no longer care about the calories I burnThis cross trainer is now level 9I wish the Goth girl was mine5mins to go Bloody hell I am shatteredI’ve never been so knackeredI usually only do 5mins on thisMy eyes are now glued to her titsShe’s wearing a T-shirt, ‘Sisters of Mercy’Wow, I think she’s just noticed meWorkout complete
