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.
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