If I had joined a gym in highschool

I would have rippling muscles.

A washboard stomach.

Tee shirts that couldn’t hold

Muscular arms.

Hairs on the chest,

Would look manicured

Nipples would devastate you.

Calves would cry,

Of sexual chemistry.

Fingers that  touched you,

Sending an electric current

Up and down your torso.

My brawny back

Would pound you

With strength.

I could do pushups

While you laid on me.

Unsurpassed strength.

A body admired

For its beauty.

An inner emotional core

Expressed through

A well-defined physique.

So full of myself.