Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Livia-s Kiss.
dedicato. Bela Jude Delorca, Amica- Scrittori.
SWEET LIVIA IN your bloom, competing Bravoes for your Ariadne Thread that led to heaven, conquest, a squirming, bucking, citadel of gold, U HELD like a fortress NOW where NO Lecher fears to tread!
Sweet LIVIA, growing bold, but Gigolos, your ONLY fold...to THIGHS wrapped-rapture, intensive desire, one bright morning, ILLUSIVIO! A twinkle in a cruel twilight!
SWEET LIVIA, growin old, only long lost Babees to resurrect your cold-fire. In TIME, Vespa, GODDESS of ROME-s eternal flame IGNITES whilst U CRIPPLE along the Scare Via to the Circo-Maximus where, ENCORA! AVE! The Sacrifice! The Games!.. Where you began!
R.I.P. SWEET LIVIA, unto THE GODS, receive your SOUL, lunghi-vita to your Legacy, and a Caligula-s kiss to send U to Pluto-s door.
c.2019, davedelacroix, café porta-Palermo, Sciacca-sicily a carnival.
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