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Dolce Far Niente
"Buonjiorno carina, hello sweetheart"
he says with a smile and a stroke of goatee
Her acqua di Gio is fantasy art,
un dolce far niente that lingered in scent;
"La Spiaggia, the beach?"
he points on to it with a grin and two roving eyes.
Her manners are suave she just smiles then moves on
"Ti Prego, I Beg You "
he says as he follows the trail of her sensuos bod,
lost in the luxury of un dolce far niente;
"Arrivederci amore mio, goodbye my love"
she whispers to the air that clings to her sultry dress.
Scattered showers of desire run through his veins,
she's Italian this vixen and only she, holds the reins.
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Mystic Rose Rose
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