As we ride up the elevator, we hold hands (sweaty from excitement) and lean against one another. He then pushes me against the elevator wall, no longe... able to contain his urge to touch my lips. Our tongues intertwine and our lips caress one another’s. He slides his hands up and down my curves, inching his way down to the bottom of my dress, which he raises, and caresses my thighs. Just as we cannot handle the feelings anymore, the elevator door opens. We are met with giggling faces as a family. I didn’t know she told to others or no but I felt as if everybody knew. As she avoided me and went for bath hurriedly I did have to face her. Next morning, as per my aunts instruction my sister was pouring hot water in bucket for my bath and I entered there. I felt there was a mischievous smile on her face. “Now, finish your bath Quick or else I will get late to college.” She said.I felt she is teasing me. With a slight guilty feeling and innocently I said, “But sis, I was just washing, I. I smiled thinking what I needed her for as I said, I plan to take you up on your offer very soon. ….. At the party, I came in with cheerleader Beth, who a few days earlier would have rather died than have been seen with me. She had her arm hooked in mine with a big smile on her face, feigning to be oblivious to the surprised looks she was getting. Having a popular cheerleader on your arm changes everything. Suddenly I wasnt the geek kids mocked, but the college dude dating the hottest chick at. Are not the breasts,Belly,Cunt or cockWith balls,ButtocksAnd anusEnough?They arePlenty,Essence and core,Heart and soul.Nipples are holy.Areola haloesSurround like moatsThese tiny towersOf femininityAtop the hillsOf snowy breasts.The smooth, gentle slopeDown to the rising knollOf the forested pubesLeads my eye and handInto the crevice, moistWith the dew of your sex;To the column of your manhoodBejeweled with the fluidOf your alleged gender;To the eggsWithin the pouch of the scrotumYou so.