Iron thrills & "anaemia" dreams
The pilgrimage of swole continues, and the iron lust burns still. Chasing plates, and gobbling tin obsesses me, an addiction I don’t want to shake! Thrilling the iron gods is a pursuit and passion that one must savour, and how this pain delivers so much swollen pleasure… But now I have another light, a holy halo that shines ever so bright.. She’s my Lycra Goddess that drives out one last rep- Anaemia! Anaemia! The goddess of pump! I bow and prey to your sultry shape. You fill my iron dreams, where the casein sits heavy, your vision eases so much pain. Oh Anaemia, if only I knew your name, for I would thank you to eternity for giving me one more reason to train









