Ladybug Vs Sargent Steamer

What a thrill,
meet again under the white of the heavens,
emotion that
in the silence of the windy afternoon.

I've had in my hands,
your hair, before long, bristly,
my fingers on your weak leg,
wide open and your lips against mine.

Now do not give a step, and do not give the other
your hips are smooth, your face is soft
,
your arms and legs are strong, and your laughter knows
bittersweet.

What a thrill,
and not knowing if you ally or villain.