His Motivation - Make Their Jaws Drop
He was drenched, his hair plastered to his head;
dark eyes burned from sweat that ran salty rivulets down his red face.
Inflamed, and throbbing in all his straining parts, he panted hard.
She, his midnight vision, spurred him on. . . .
Her skin was moistened with perfume,
and her long velvet hair cascaded around his face
to graze his ruddy cheeks.
Her eyes of green mirrored the moonlight
as he gazed down at her. Then she softly moaned;
he focused on this vision and revived. . . .
His weak and flagging body suddenly became fully upright,
and as he gave himself one final thrust forward,
he propelled himself past one opponent and then the next
till at last he broke through the ribbon at record speed.
Victory! At last he'd won the gold!
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