Italian lover

Maybe it’s your brooding look or your darkened eyes whenever our eyes touch.

The way you make you feel when our skins when we make love and sparks fly under the starry sky.

I can’t seem to fantom why when you speak in that deep words those Italian words chills run through my body which makes me all hot and bothered.

Why do you like me, that fat girl at the side. But it doesn’t matter cause my Italian lover is made for me.