Itialian Serenade Poem by Matthew Holloway

Itialian serenade
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There is a beauty
seductive, intoxicating
curater of dreams
who walks in sweetness
touches the heart
play the music
the itilian serenade
let it flow in me
the ink my blood
bleeds only to love
to make love
to kiss and to touch
oh to the beauty
lay me naked
beneath the stars
let me taste the wines
of heroes and legends
show me the poetry
of those who inspire
gift me your beauty
intoxicate me