Iron Maiden

Striding across the floor, I gaze around and explore

Many maidens in the room, from whom I can choose

All worthy of my attention, I’m aroused with apprehension

Wondering who will I engage, in that great iron cage

Set eyes on the forged goddess, I’ll romanticize and press

I wish to thrill and please, can she fulfill thy needs

I mount and lift her from the rack, cold as steel at first crack

She soon warms to my touch, and I feel an enveloping rush

My adrenaline thumping, as I’m slowly pumping

I try to get a rhythm going, can feel the blood flowing,

Body glistening with sweat, weight intimidating a threat

Won’t choke I hope, muscles contracting with every stroke

10 spot master, pumping faster

Repetitious perfection, ambitious injection

Harmonic emotion, rhythmic commotion

gasping for air, I push for another precious affair

Thrusting hard as I can, before I come to an end

My maid of iron passion, gently lowered in fashion

Onto her sturdy rack, the weighted climax

Now I sit and perspire, ponder the next set’s desire

In orgasmic pleasure I rest, envisioning the bodybuilder’s quest

A Romanesque reflection of sculpturesque perfection