Beautiful People
I enter the arena of the gym,
To be among the beautiful people
Who stand like ancient olympians,
The titans of my city,
Seeking to perfect the body temple..
Just off in the corner way,
I gaze upon a goddess,
Her long dark raven hair
And toned feminine silhouette
Reflects upon the mirrow like a supernova...
I begin my routine,
Breathing in to find my center,
Entering into a dimension all my own,
Blood rushes through my body,
My work today is complete...
I will come again to the gym,
To become one of the beautiful people,
Pushing my body to new realms,
Fueled by desire and vanity,
Climbing Mount Olympus again...
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
The persona in the gym..
Comments (7)
Have fun turning into a god of some sort