The Italian Girl With An English Lover (Part Five)

"As I enjoy the softness of your skin, Nothing comparable enters my mind. Elated that your touch can make me grin, No other joy am I able to find. God created "the nose" for such "a scent," Lingering, in the air, around your neck. I take this as a sign that it was meant, Specifically, to receive a peck. How is it possible not to react Lustfully to your unique touch and smell, Or at least find the words that state the facts, Varifying all that I have to tell. Evidence, that nothing compares to you, Resides right here, clearly within my view.