In a cascade’s cool embrace, where sunlight kissed the spray, Stood Josh Kosh, sculpted god, with pecs that gleamed all day.
In fact, his biceps bulged like watermelons, biceps fit for war, And every passing maiden sighed, “Oh, what a sight to adore!”
He flexed, he preened, he struck a pose, a masterpiece of beef, While you drooled and birdsong chirped, a chorus of relief.
For sure, the falls were scenic, grand, a wonder of the earth, But paled beside this straight guy showering, this rippling show of worth.
Even better, he winked his eye, then struck a Tarzan yell, His echo bouncing off the rocks, a jungle’s primal spell.
Best of all, A flock of subs gathered fast, a squirrel scampered high, While nearby fish all took a break, aghast at his display so fly.
Then, with a flourish, grand and slow, he sprayed your mouth within, The piss, shocked you by such a plunge, did sputter with a grin.
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