A satisfied stallion snug in his bed of seduction;
How many had felt his ardent thrusts?
Dents and scratches etched into the wall revealed his passion.
When you squirm atop me, I still hear him whisper ti amo.
I glanced outside to admire Rome’s early morning skyline;
The sun kissed the Vatican’s vast dome.
The morning breeze danced around my glistening naked thighs.
When you show me grey skies, I still hear him whisper ti amo.
The breeze ruffled the fine bed sheet draped across his body;
How I admired his slumbered beauty.
Delicate trickles of sweat snaked along his chiseled cheek.
When you hog the duvet, I still hear him whisper ti amo.
He grabbed my trembling hand while we charged up the Spanish Steps;
We kissed around the Trevi Fountain.
My thumping heart felt the power of his midnight kisses.
When you chew on my lip, I still hear him whisper ti amo.
His seductive tender breath floated across my knuckles;
Fruity Italian scents rose outside.
My fingers stroked the dark stubble along his sharp jawline.
When you wear a day’s sweat, I still hear him whisper ti amo.
I spotted the wet crystal glasses and the empty plate;
The melted ice-cream left a puddle.
My mind filled with images of us feeding each other.
When you fix a sour dish, I still hear him whisper ti amo.
My gaze floated down his tight abs to his groomed pubic line;
His whole body sang with perfection.
His strong Italian hands grabbed my thighs when I straddled him.
When you grope my body, I still hear him whisper ti amo.
I could still feel him deep inside me from the night before;
I kissed his luscious Italian lips.
He wanted to experience a little death once more.
When you leave me empty, I still hear him whisper ti amo.
We panted and sweated in the warm Italian morning.
He tenderly kissed my throbbing lips.
His gentle hand wiped away a tear rolling down my cheek.
When you pick at your feet, I still hear him whisper ti amo.
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