[Original] Ladybugs
Monica wears a sexy red dress, fitting her rich chest, covering just a bit above her skinny knees. Sheela lightly holds her hands, playing a love melody with her fingers. Her black Turkish pants escort the red waves next to her like possessive guards.
They ramble in the green sky with clouds of dandelions and forget-me-not, breathing the fresh spring.
It is then that they find themselves free from the worry-chains of routine, escaping a reality which is certainly not bad, but it is just heavy.
They run for some yards across the field and then they start dancing, just when the golden sun starts directing the wooden chorus of the willows.
Is there really a river flowing near by or is this water the tears of lovers’ promises?
Monica and Sheela are now resting on the grass, Monica’s head on Sheela’s lap, while their hands play hide and seek. And this ballet is tender and strong, and yet so natural.
Above a luxurious ocean of transparent water swallows the pale mirage of the moon. Have you come to feel all this love, lonely Lady of the night?
There is no other drum than the kisses and the dizziness of the two girls’ souls that overwhelms the landscape with a bittersweet joy. They roll into the green, one on top of each other, an eternal wheel of love, lust and pleasure. And all is so natural, right and beautiful. New and yet older than the old world.
Red and dark, dark and red into an immense leaf, two gentle ladybugs are making love in a forever moment.
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