GODDESS 
by Slika Power Slikapower@hotmail.com


My oil-sleek body, ripped and tight,
Gleams slick beneath the stage's light
A gasp goes up at each new flex
Of awesomely striated pecs;
And when they see the perfect slabs
Of six deep-cut and rock-hard abs,
They cheer for what seems like an hour
To see such undiluted power.
My tiny, shiny posing suit's,
Designed to show off well-toned glutes -
It glistens wetly, deeply black
As I turn round to flex my back
And hugs me close as if to be
A seamless, living part of me.
My biceps swell to empathise
With diamond calves and muscled thighs,
And nipples clearly, proudly, thrust
Against my top with urgent lust
As, revelling in my iron physique
I tower above the watchers weak.
It turns me on to know that they
Would worship, honour and obey,
And, given half a chance would be
Obedient, cringing slaves to me;
Content to grovel, cringe and cower
Before my flawless female power.