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He comes to your apartment after the night's

dance has finished.  Clad only in his tights,

having removed his shoes and oversized shirt:

adolescent with a long mane of hair,

and that touchable torso availably bare;

without the hesitation of inhibition,

his deep gaze and shy smile offer the flirt

that he presents with a dancer's precision.

Having covered his exposed skin with kisses,

you want to give him the ultimate bliss's

thrill, as you slowly slip your eager, hand

just beneath his powder-blue tights' waistband.

Erect for you, he sighs, "Oh yes, right there":

and releases his sweetstuff in a surging squirt.