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08/15/10 - (3)
Musings on a Sunday Evening in St. Mark's Square
I
Your hand feels so good on my neck, So suggestive, Especially when we're seated together, Floating in love's gondola.
II
I savor your gelati wishes, Your mint-chocolate-chip kisses, Your delicious insistence That our lips never lose their grip On love's childlike licks with the tongue tip.
III
You're tongue-wonderful — Tonguerful!
IV
You and our gondola Have so much in common. You both know the art of graceful swaying.
V
I love uncovering, discovering you.
VI
Every time I touch you, You are new/knew to me.
VII
Let us cherish these Venetian evenings, Their evanescent blessings. Such happiness has never known us.
08/15/10 - (3)
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