Struggles and sizzles

I see a young woman. She is a human being, a complex, so complex, being, negotiating this difficult, so difficult world. She is made from  molecules of humanity.

Yet she is wearing boots and stockings. These are made from molecules of pure sex.

These molecules of pure sex sizzle, as my eye molecules sizzle in contact with them.

As with the young woman, so with me. Molecules of struggling humanity, molecules of sizzling sex.