Identical Twins, the Poem

They were eighteen plus,
Quite old enough.
They had the pill,
did what girls will.

They were not so tall,
but also not small.
They had nice round cheeks,
Below their eyes,
Above their thighs,
- strong firm young thighs -
And on their chests,
Had nice round breasts,
With nipples, of course,
Right in the middle,
 - And not so little -  
Just where they should be,
Most pleasant to see,
In their clothes, of course.  

But without their cloths,
They were even more fetching,
Like models who pose
For an artist's nude etching:  
Those breasts, those nipples,
Rosy, their cheeks then too,
When they'd bared them to view
With bashful smiles, but eyes
A twinkle; between their thighs
They knew quite well,
Their mons did swell,
Hidden by hair,
More brown than fair,
And knew as well,
Too shy to tell,
Just modestly blushing,
Within it that pleasure
It gave – with whomever!
More reason, their flushing!