Yes she's heaven and hell he thought. He found himself walking parallel to them on the opposite side of the street and then shouted across:

'Call me to you
at siesta
we'll make love
my gold and jewels
my treasure trove
my sweet Ipsthilla,
when you invite
me lock no doors
nor change your mind
and step outside
but stay at home
and in your room
prepare yourself
to come at once
for lolling on
the sofa here
with jutting c*ck
and stuffed with food
I'm ripe for stuffing you,
my sweet Ipsithilla.'

By now one of the heavies in the women's company was pushing across the street towards him, his world was turning into madness. Livid gripped his blade, 'So the lady employs protection against the assaults of poets!'