I'm scared of my growing stature that's a killer,
I smile,
I tell myself 'that's a perfect smile'
I decide to stay for a while,
I remove my shirt,
Now my mind fills alert,
I admire the tattoo's,
They are scar i bare proudly,
I feel my chest heavy,
I have been hitting the gym like crazy,
The abs are hard,
Six cubes am glad,
The hair is scanty,
Well designed and eye hunty,
I drop my pants,
In a sigh i pant,
Is this what every girl want?
I shake to the beat in my room,
My mirror image copies my move,
My exploration dies with a knock at my door,
I close the pages of this fashion magazine
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