Poetry

When I Think of Italy

I wanted to lie with you
Eyes closed
Light filtering through thin curtains
Breeze flowing through open windows
Gently whispering us awake
Hear the voices of the locals stirring
Tighten your grip
As I fall into you
We’d relive the passion of the night
In the morning glow

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