ITALIAN LOVER

Betrayal in Paradise

Flickering touch ignites a wakeful dream,

My heart races, a panicked, cold stream.

She's distant, yet alluring, a tempting snare,

Sensuality oozes, a whisper in the air.

Gazing at blue eyes, a chilling breeze,

The wind smiles, mocking, through tangled trees.

Blond hair escapes, a celestial flight,

My strength falters, lost in the pale moonlight.

Surrendered, I lay, a slave to her sway,

Entranced by the rhythm, I drift away.

Closer she comes, my pulse quickens its pace,

Unconsciousness beckons, a sweet, dark space.

I yearn for her touch, a forbidden desire,

A weapon of pleasure, setting my soul afire.

Her features refine, a porcelain mask,

Innocent lips, a hidden task.

Her eyes hold depths where shadows reside,

A melody of sadness, her voice does confide.

Falling in love, a terror I hold,

No escape from this beauty, a story untold.

Worldly pleasure, a siren's sweet song,

My lips silence her, where right and wrong belong.

Two souls entwined, breaths heavy and fast,

"Precious rod," I whisper, a moment surpassed.

I part her sea, a Moses of sin,

A frantic dance, a pleasure within.

Her hair, a captive, lost in my hand,

Ecstasy peaks, then fades to the sand.

"Grand orator," she mocks, a smile so cold,

"Speak your morals, their worth yet untold."

Lost in the rapture, I cannot explain,

Blind to the truth, fueled by the flame.

My knees buckle, her voice a command,

"Bon appetit," I utter, a fool in her hand.

I surrender, consumed by the abyss,

A touch of heaven, a poisoned kiss.

Slowing it fades, beneath the moon's glow,

Water whispers secrets, the tide ebbs low.

"Faster," she begs, a predator's plea,

The climax arrives, a fleeting decree.

Empty words shower, praise I bestow,

For a gift she alone can bestow.

"Spouting fool," she scoffs, her laughter rings true,

"Empty bluster, your words meaningless dew."

My praise, a child's whisper, lost in the wind,

Her words, a sword, my fragile heart they bind.

Shattered and broken, my world falls apart,

Through hollow praise, she sees my empty heart.

My feigned sincerity, a transparent lie,

Her words, like chaff, scattered to the sky.

The sword plunges deep, a final blow,

My love, a betrayal, a garden laid low.

Hooked by heartbreak, I drown in her sea,

No cunning embrace, this won't set me free.

Trembling I stand, her gun a stark warning,

Mother's words echo, a lesson unheeded, morning.

The beast in disguise, a beauty I craved,

Deception's mask, a truth unveiled.

Had I seen the heart that sought to consume,

Had I smelled the soul with its poisonous fume,

I'd embrace my color, my culture's embrace,

But the father's shoe, a path I couldn't retrace.

The gun's roar explodes, a searing pain,

Death's cold embrace, a whispered refrain.

Italian mafia, a dream turned to dust,

My eyes close in death, only to wake in disgust.

A tragedy dreamt, a lesson learned late,

Beware the beauty that harbors hate.