In yonder gym, where mirrors gleam, A sight unfolds, a sculpted dream.
A dude, so fine, with chiseled form, In the nude, defying the norm.
His pecs they puff, his naked bulge, Each bicep peak a frosted fudge.
His abs, a washboard, hard and tight, His naked workout reflecting disco ball’s pure light.
He lunges low, squats deep and slow, Each move a ballet, to and fro.
Dumbbells he lifts, like feather toys, While girls nearby lose all their poise.
The treadmills whirr, the bikes they spin, But eyes are glued to Adonis within.
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