Sweat House Goddess

They are lean and taunt
every muscle sculpted by exercise,
always wearing those tight white tank tops
accentuating every gorgeous line
and those bullet shaped breasts
that are so firm and voluptuous.

Course they never stop looking in the mirror
to admire their divine shape,
unless it is to be on the cell phone
talking to one of their many worshippers,
their conversations sometimes
worthy of some sex chat.

How they make sure to move
so every feature of their form
is noticed by all the male eyes,
careful to walk on the treadmill
with those swaying hips to torment,
making sure they never sweat
for it might risk ruining their perfect hair.

But still they do make for such an appealing sight
giving you reason to dream and fantasize,
sometimes getting so caught up
imagining such thrills,
you can have the best cardio work out you’ve ever had.

Not the recommend option though
since the trainers think you are a fanatic
about your routine,
then they start trying to get you to do more,
which you try since you don’t want to admit
about the real reason of pure lust.

Eventually figuring out some lie
in order to get a break without being embarrass
and vowing as you have so often before
you won’t let those goddesses
make you go stupid again.