My muscles ache at the thought of another lift.

My mind is weary as well taking in an attitude

Of I don’t want too anymore.

I press on.

One more time

Just a little pump

Makes life jump through my veins.

Blood flows hot as my skin boils

In the fires of my own kiln.

Molding my body and commanding

It my will to overcome.

Perplexed and storm battered I press on.

Alone in this hour, the steel is cold.

The steam is growing hot as I yearn for

It to cleanse me of the impurities gathered

Within me.

I grasp at thoughts.

Hold fast random ramblings for later use.

I listen to the silence of the coming dawn

While I press on.

One more set, just one more push.

Press on for your soul, for your self, for those

Who love you.

Motivated by the love of all that is good, I

Become master over the slave of my body.

Although the years come and go, they

Pile not one on the other.

For I lift them high and spew them from

My thoughts.

I press on

Yielding my mind to the ancients, warriors for their

Queen, death they welcome as they protect her purity.

Knights, blessed and noble ring steel as blood flows.

Life- yet I go.

Chivalry dies not from time, but from being lazy.

Nor is it ancient, but relevant for life.

My  sweet sweat pours from my body preparing me for

The steam to follow.

I walk, I run, I press on to one who awaits the steam

I feel the tension in my bones ease, my muscles

Relax as your blonde hair lays wet on the bench.

My heart beats faster as if I had run across the night sky

Just to see you smile.

I watch you breathe in the steam and exhale

Your desires as my towel drops to the floor.

There is no evil in this place so hot.

Purity

Just love made hotter and wetter by you.

And I press on.

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