Boilerman

The sinews of his arms, his legs
Flex with exertion, glisten with sweat
He listens to the moans , stokes the fire
She hungers and hisses, feeds

In the darkness of her underbelly
It is the rhythm of his movement
Ceaseless in his attention,
Never missing a stroke, pumps

Steady and single minded, devoted
To urging her ever onward
She rolls, crashing through waves
Cresting, tossing left then right

He is merciless, demanding
Pushes her until she feels her seams
Splitting, her heat boiling over
All she can do is scream, bellowing

From his attention, devotion, adulation
He is relentless until she arrives safe
resting at her desired destination
Only then does he stop to smile