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The Strongman
White skin,
cold and shaky.
Grey, make it fade.
Blur it away to a distant day.
Virile strongman,
built of iron.
Short and stout,
a rock's great granite hideout.
Enter and be.
Feel those arms,
like treetrunks of bronze.
Feel that great heart,
an oaken oyster
pulsing with an engine's power
Feel that skin,
smooth and rippling.
Feel that stomach,
a warm cave of love,
with pulsating rivers that flow and push.
Feel the force of youth,
pure and calm.
Controlled and bright gold.
Intense and alive.
The air of spring
into my giant lungs.
My fist gripped, and seen,
with pure blue eyes.
It is I.
It is me.
All I am and all I can be.
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