
Lay lady lay…
I remember you. Your eyes of hazel green and the softness of your voice made me stop and worship the joy of living in those soft and tender eyes.
I remember the Germany Summer day. You danced by the small lake for me in the white cotton Summer dress. The sun reflection, showed me perfect curves, long legs and tempting body. I told you. You are my goddess and muse for my words. You are my Dante’s dream and wish.
You laughed at my words and you told me. “A Dante’s love is for the finalist. He who gave-up before seeking victory. Better to be a Hemingway love. Drink, live and die in the glory of love unknown. Seek hidden motels and ride deep into tempting places where foolish people can run wild and free.”
We went to your small apartment. We drank the sweet red wine…
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