cherry red lipstick sips
at the glass of bubbly moscato,
while sitting on the terrace
of her home in Venice,
in a pink silk robe with
black lingerie underneath
feeling the hot mediterranean
sun on her olive skin made her
feel alive, as the day went on
she reads poetry while still
pouring herself another
glass of wine
every now and again,
as the sun
begins to set, she sees her favorite
thing; la luna, the moon. she’s fascinated
by the stars and the moon of the night sky
she writes her own poetry wishing she was
apart of the night sky
Buonanotte amore mio
she whispers to the moon
every night before heading to sleep
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
cherry red lipstick sips
at the glass of bubbly moscato,
while sitting on the terrace
of her home in Venice,
in a pink silk robe with
black lingerie underneath
feeling the hot mediterranean
sun on her olive skin made her
feel alive, as the day went on
she reads poetry while still
pouring herself another
glass of wine
every now and again,
as the sun
begins to set, she sees her favorite
thing; la luna, the moon. she’s fascinated
by the stars and the moon of the night sky
she writes her own poetry wishing she was
apart of the night sky
Buonanotte amore mio
she whispers to the moon
every night before heading to sleep
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