With the innocence of a school boy, I'd wonder About the things apparently hidden under The frock of my playmate, different from mine, And clueless I would sit to roughly imagine. Being curious of the difference to explore, One day I found the breed quite strange to appear, As something great a pleasure surg'd through me, And I couldn't help marvelling at the fanny. Games I did play not, books I open'd neither, Aside put I all for body of hers; Latch'd on to the conceal'd delightful sight, I grazed my look on her by day, by night. In gave the soft tissues of a teenager As body fetish held me in amour; I touch'd her, differently a first, in zest, As throb'd her body, mine, in certain quest. It's not morals or mind, but body, however, On hers daub'd I most of my character, Her in favour, each norm we did flout, On pretexts, made we each place a hide out. Did grow my mate, with hers being demure, Reserved, as grew her clothin...