In boxers bold, with pecs in prime, Josh surveyed his bedroom clime.
Sunlight kissed his sculpted arms, Reflected glory, full of charms.
He struck a pose, a mirror king, Biceps bulging, ready to spring.
A warrior god, in the nude and cocked, Defying with his swoon-worthy blocks.
He flexed again, a primal show, Abs like ripples, muscles aglow.
“Fear not, my fans, for I am here, A sculpted marvel, cumming with cheer!”