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Naked, except for his 'OTC sheers,' Araw stands before the

old, full length mirror. He feels the launch sequence approaching:  the

seven surges caused by powerful contractions of core muscles;

followed by waves of pleasure coursing through him and his knees nearly

buckle as he moans with exquisite satisfaction (not at all

inhibited by the prejudices of old prudes and haters).

Strings of his sweetstuff, released, become airborne for a moment

until they splash against the old mirror's reflective glass.  And all

the young male images, gathered through time by the mirror, applaud

Araw's beautiful e'lation as well as his innate and

homosexual beauty.  His head is still in the pleasure-spin,

as a couple of droplets of his sweetstuff, left over, emerge

to fall, glistening white, upon his black OTC sheers---a contrast

that merits preservation in verse:  this Sijo about a 

casual afternoon in an apartment in suburban Sokcho.