‘Come, sit down.’ I followed him to lounge in the grass. ‘Is this better than the dig?’ ‘Yes, yes.’ ‘Good…’ ‘So, have you reached...your limit for spontaneity, or do you have something else to reveal?’ He made a swift move, so smoothly that the world seemed to have turned upside down. I was lying on the ground now, and Olu was above me, staring into my eyes. ‘Your smile just lights up your face… it’s mesmerizing…’ he gazed at me. He lowered his face to mine, and gave me a deep, sensuous kiss. I. 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 lovingly subject to scorn;To the full, round cheeksOf your loveliness,Wherein there is neither maleNor female, but justAn. M. and checked into my hotel. After I dropped off my stuff in the room I drove back to my hometown.It's a small town and things hadn't changed much since the last time I was back. There were convenience store on each end of town, a Mom & Pop grocery store, the school, a corner drug store and a second run movie theatre. For lunch I stopped off at a restaurant in the middle of town that makes the best cinnamon rolls I've ever had.After visiting a couple of friends I drove over to the high school. Stella had none of these qualities, in fact she couldn’t have been more opposite. She was about two years older than me, short in stature, cropped hair, plain looking, big boned, and had ample breasts. But as I remembered from all those years ago her redeeming qualities were that she was affectionate, gentle, caring, loving, loyal, trusting and was a touchy feely type of person, just the sort that I like. Now these are things that I do appreciate in a woman.At that moment in time, I was in.