A fiery love...
A fiery love...
You took my heart, you cradled my heart...
You knew it was wrong but you did it.
You took my heart, you played with my heart...
But we made love and wasn't that enough?
I held your breast and your breathe in my heart...
But you loved him, how could you!?
I should have known better but I was angry.
You took my heart and sliced it deep!
You ran your sultry dagger to make me weep!
But even weeping I grew angry and grew violent!
I beat him and I beat him! He deserved it!
I was a scoundrel and I knew it!
I told that poor oaf to slash your beautiful expression!
How could you defile my love for you!?
Yet... I still love you mi amore. I still adore you Costanza. You were at one time the
light of my life yet it extinguished with your act of treason against my love for you!
I still pine for you in the long sultry Roman nights and wonder about you as I sit with my
wife. She loves me and she doesn't hurt my heart. She doesn't destroy my passion for her.
She keeps it whole!
She breathes passion, and her lips speak volumes as I sculpt her every movement. Her every curve. The light from the window is upon her and her features become more prominent as I see her. I open the blouse exposing her breasts even more so, the shape and firmness of the fabric loosened ever so slightly about them. Her supple skin smooth and tranquil as I sculpt her.
She looks at me with such deep and soulful eyes and she smiles as I sculpt her. Her, my beloved mi amore, my love. She is the one I love, and have loved. I know it is wrong but my passion for her over-rides such logic. We make love in the night and I cup her in my hands and kiss her passionately. The sculpture reveals it.
I move my hands, as she looks into my eyes and with paint-brush in my hand I paint her body. I paint her soft skin and rub it all over as I kiss her passionately by candle-light. She is in ecstasy. So am I. We are in ecstasy together as we are there. The feeling is passion-filled and fiery. I