athlete
I stand before the looking glass
staring at my naked ass
Thinking how good it is to be young and fit
Stretching my calves and quadriceps just a bit
Wanting to see each muscle flexing,
The human body and its beauty is perplexing
Curves and light dance in the reflection
I smile at what I see noting its perfection
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Grew up in a working class community rich in religion. Strong family ties hard work ethic passed down generation to generation. Honor student, part-time employment,involved in local community work.
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