By Harem
Date: 7 March 2001
` Fachiamo Amore Sta Seda ? `
FACHIAMO AMORE STA SEDA ?
He was always in the mood.
I was always on his mind.
The cream in his coffee, the end of his rainbow, the sparkle in his eye.
He was a one woman man , and I was his woman.
Born and raised in Regio Calabria Italy, he was saturated with Latin heat..
Dark skinned and massive black curls with greying temples.
A bullish manner of stubborn manhood, mixed with all the romantic trimmings.
He was posessive, domineering, agressive, and insanely jealous.
Everything that I needed to feel from a man.
Yet his touch was as delicate as the petals on a rose.
His love making as soft or as wild as my mood required at the time.
Being the center of his world for ten years,
I quickly learned how Aphrodite felt living on Mount Olympus
Never mind a pedestal, he gave me a throne.
Where I ruled his every thought, and commanded his undying love.
He served me with breakfast in bed, candlelight baths.
Showered me with roses, unexpected gifts, hours of endless massage.
Foot rubs, back rubs, neck rubs, his hands were my slaves.
Kneading my flesh for hours upon hours, never tiring.
Whenver I touched him, he would tremble and shake.
My fingers brought chills to his spine, and bumps to his skin.
Electric current flowed freely between our bodies with every embrace..
Our years together never changed the effect of my touch.
He spoke perfect english and perfect Italian.
With a deep mello voice that thundered my world.
Enchanting me with song dipped in garlic and wine.
Succumbing to the Italian lyrics bathed in his warm sexy voice.
His first wife had died young, and he was so very lonely when we met.
Lying to me about his age, I thought he was much younger.
I was 26 and he was 62, and yet we filled each others needs completely.
An old man's sweetheart and a young girls slave.
Not a slave to cruelty or misuse, but a slave to dreams, desires, and love.
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