Ladybird manoeuvres

I want him to seize my boiling
restlessness
with a fishing net.
When I get wet
badly
I bring luck,
dotted all over my
wings.
I want to teach him how to
spread them nicely
so i can wee
my luck on him
~ air-dried wee transforms into a raincoat ~
and make him wear it,
pocketful of smacking kisses,
when i am not there.
I welcome him onboard
as my first navigator
as long as he finds the way
to lead us through
heavy erotic turbulence.