Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The first of pleasure...

Little sprinkles of light twinkle though the leaves and vines intertwined in the brown wooden slats that cover my tiny quaint multi-colored patio. Espresso made from real southern Italian beans linger on my sun kissed lips. I squint as the light is blocked by the man before me...

"il mio cuore è pieno" i whispered in his ear as he bends down to touch my cheek and his hand drops to my exposed breast. More of me was full a few moments back then just my heart but alas...i digress.

I lean back and think about the long summer days and how i got here on this patio with plump ripe grapes hanging above my head... and close my eyes and bask in the sun for a few more minutes before i have to dress for a fancy formal diner.

"non sono fatto con lei ancora" i say in Cosentino... your sly smile tells me you understand my broken Calabrese dialect and approve of my sentiment.

I am a very lucky girl.

The photo of the grapes was taken by yours truly


The Sexologist said...

Cool post. The imagery is amazing!

Richard Whackman said...

Interesting site. Your honesty is disarming. Too bad I don't go to L.A. to visit anymore - there's some very nice grape vines out there from the look of it.

Jenny DeMilo said...

Sexyologisy: why thank you kindly :)

MrDickWhackman: LA? they have grapes like that in LA?

Mangio solo delle uve con italiani in Italia. Non posso aiutarlo, è nel mio sangue di fuoco