~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

It's Morning,
The fragrance Of Wild Flowers
And The Sea Drift Over My Face.

Like A Balm,
A Warm Tropical Breeze
Caresses My Body.

I Feel Her Gentle Touch
Against My Thigh,
Sweet Complete Love.

My Mind Is Not Twisted
With A Million Thoughts.
My Stomach Does Not Hurt.
My Heart Is Not Pounding.

I Have Nothing,
Yet I Have Everything.
I Am A Rich Man

If This Be A Dream I Beg,
Not To Waken!

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© 3/29/10
John Villanova





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"Il Mare Calmo Della Sera"
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