Allure of a ballerino

Lithe and limber

Kindles my timber

Young bods in a pod

Me seeming an old sod

I've rubles to spare

To view them all bare

To diddle their middles

Fore and aft

For I'm not daft

But full of craft

Ready to serve

Their every curve

Ribs and rump

Every bump

Holes in between

Crave to be seen

Used and abused

Awarded and lauded

I can steer a career

'thout a single beer

My magic stingy finger

will insert a whingy-dinger

My new boy-bambone

Beats your odd cellphone

At surging a backbone

To resolute posture

O'er a pliant fissure

Longing for love

Sweet as a dove

Select one for me

I'll have him to tea

And then we'll see

Whether he gets me,

My rubles, dollars, euros and yen

And pulsating inches of ten