The instructor by the beams
at my baby girl’s gym
is a tight little number
who exercises my imagination
and stretches my erotic neuroses.

As she twists and bends my little girl
into barely imaginable positions,
she revs me up
turns me on
gets me going.
She provides us both aerobic workouts
in very different ways.

She shows care over the kiddies
and occasionally looks my way
possibly noting my popped eyes
and slight drool.
She doesn’t look away.
That’s something.

I would like to say something
to the hot instructor by the beams
but it might distract my little girl’s routine
and the wife is coming around
to pick us up
any minute now.
Maybe next week.