It was a quiet night in the little quaint room
The aging man inside was gazing at the moon
The old man was visited by the boy with a broom
Causing hidden attractions to come out soon
The scar across the boys face was sure a sight
It caused a feeling the old man had not felt in years
For Harry was the holder of the whole world's light
His beauty sent an old man like Dumbledore straight to tears
The chat that they had was short and sweet
About quidditch, and their next game
It took Dumbledore all he had not to stare at his man meat
Trying to appear as though he was tame
It had been many years since the last man's touch
And Dumbledore was beginning to feel alone
But as Harry's hand began to cup him and such
He let out a breathy, lust-filled moan
Hands splayed out on the old man's chest,
His hairs were soft, and boy did he have a lot of 'em
His movements were simply the best
And Dumbledore found out that he was to be the bottom
His rear end facing the sky
Harry penetrated him from behind
Birds outside flew away from the volume of the old man's cry
As Harry continued his bittersweet grind
He came like a volcano
Erupting all over the place
Harry then knew it was time to go
And both of them had a large grin on their face