Artwork by Malgorzata Jasinska

It took some time but I had to admit it to myself.

Before it was just a casual friendship, but it has blossomed into something more.

When my baby isn't around and my lil' boys slumber in their beds, I've got my brand new jones. He's my thing and no one else's.

He's enticing, a challenger. Allures with a riveting physical seduction.

And, now he's my thing. Sometimes I can't let go. I feel like I need more. But then I just want to be alone.

And I'll wait for the next time we make a date.

His strength is appealing, his competitiveness a sweet taste to my lips, his presence magnetic. He beguiles me with his innocent charm and grips me with a staggering drive.

So, I choose to ride.

At first, he leaves me gasping for breath. My heart pumps desperately in my chest. A hotness swirls around and hugs the curves of my body. I struggle to maintain composure.  His presence just sucks me right out of my element.

And then we'll find rhythm. We'll find a melodious harmony that's hard to resist. He pushes and I push back. It's parallel now and I've found breath. Now, it's just a rush of spellbinding sensations all over my physique.  He takes me on a hypnotic ride and I feel like I can go on forever.

He's seen me at my worst. Sweaty, moody, unkempt… and still he is unrelenting. And then he has seen me in my glory, flirting with my untamed beauty. When I'm with him, I'm me. I don't have to worry about my hair, my clothes, my lip gloss. It's just me and him. He takes me just as I am. He relishes me this way…I can feel it.

There's no games, just freedom, and then when I get tired I can go back home.

And that's how running became my brand new jones.

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