I softly spoke
To the Italian stars
About you
They whispered back
We know
She’s Ours
I raised my voice
Yelling at
The top
Of my lungs
She is
The one
The one I love
My Free
The Moon
Mighty She
Smiled back
And breathed
Into me
I know
She’s of Me
As you are
RLove
10.5.20
F/Italy
PS. I wrote this after getting back in from a night of Italian food, and walking under the stars in the dark!!
Her enchantment Starting before We even met A whoosh Pelting me With anticipation Who is This woman? Such energy Around her Captivating me Through a Timeless connection Tickling my ribs With purple Red’s ruby kiss Moving forward With glee Gushing upward From the center Of my being Ecstacy’s mouth Providing me With a delicious Wet…
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