The Book of Vasche Vexvelt

A Post Card from Vexvelt. Souls on Ice and My Blue-Eyed Girl. By Moreno Franco

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"A Summer Kiss from My Blue Eyed Girl"
From Donna's Kitchen Bossa Nova Collection.
Donna Darkwolf - Dances me to the end of love around our kitchen.
The pasta is boiling for a summer pasta salad. The table is set.
The candles are burning on our table.....
While our passion burns and boils around each other, as we dance.
Oh I have to Love Her!
My Blue Eyed Girl

Painting: Jack Vettriano.

Even though she is sitting in her office dealing with her e-mails, and I am in my studio mere feet away, I felt prompted to write Donna a love poem - inspired by this particular song, as it was playing.
And a Lunch Invitation.

I knew when she had read this - because I heard her joyous laughter... and she came rushing in to my studio to kiss me, and say: "Yes! It Fits!"

Oh! My Blue Eyed Girl - Donna Darkwolf

from:  Franco
to:  Donna
date:  Dec 30, 2016, 10:44AM
subject:  You’re my Blue Eyed Girl

Mia Donna Darkwolf. So Dreamy... You are my Love Potion Number 9, taking effect on this last day of the year... the day before my birthday.

I cannot recall what you were talking about. Nor can you.

But I can see the corners of your mouth. I can see right thru’ that eye into your brain, into your mind, into your very soul... Donna Ragazza

And today… just like every day since I found you, I can know that you are the mirror of my spirit...
I look and I see
Forever in Your Eyes.
Summer and Winter. Autumn and Spring

Here! Donna Ragazza Mia! Try this on! See if it Fits!

Oh –
My blue-eyed girl
I dream of the touch of your hands

Oh –
My blue-eyed girl
I dream of the kiss of your lips

Come –
Wont you come away with me
Please come away with me
I will take you to the sea
Take you dancing there
I want to see in your eyes
To hear you laugh and smile

Come away with me
Come away with me
We’ll make love by the sea
Our love for you and me

Oh –
My blue-eyed girl
I long for your passionate kiss

Oh –
My blue-eyed girl
To hear my name on your lips

Come –
Come away with me
Come see the moon with me
Take you dreaming there
Feel your heart beat near
So near so near to mine

A Summer Kiss
From my blue-eyed girl
As we dance and swirl
With my arms around my blue-eyed girl.
Oh –
My blue-eyed girl
Love –
My blue-eyed girl

I have so many things I want to tell you, my love, so many...

We have our whole lives

In Our Tao of Love
Everyday you alter the Shape of my Soul
Everyday, I alter Yours

Forever My Blue Eyed Girl

Can I take you out to lunch, Donna Strega?
Please say: "YES".

Until We Met – We Were Souls On Ice

Amado Mio, my Precious Star Fish, my thoughts, passion and desire that I lived through it all because of you. With my good Strega Bellissima, with The One.
With the Leading Lady, My Nefertiti.

I looked at you and I will never forget what I saw, and exactly the way it was. Late sunlight made into lace by the bower of the tree outside your window clothed you: you leaned one hand flat on the ground; one slim supporting arm straight and straight down; your weight turned up that shoulder and your head tilted towards it as if drawn down by the heavy darkness of your hair.

It gave a sense of yielding, as if you were so fragile, which I knew you were not. Your other hand lay open across one knee, the palm up and the fingers not quite relaxed, as if they held something; and indeed they did, a spot of gold light, gold turned coral by the flesh of your hand, sunlight trapped in the palm of your hand. Just as I was trapped then, as all my life, by you.

For in my life time I had it all, each tiniest part, even to the soles of your feet I have touched, washed and kissed.

And I have known since then, since we were children, that life’s biggest moment, during the moment itself, a rarity in itself, and all times of life, it was a time to say the unforgettable, for any thing said in the “now” would be.

On the Tip of My Tongue

There are things that I touch, that remind me of touching you: like the skin of a peach. And things that I smell. The fragrance of orange, freshly peeled - reminds me of your hands, still with the fragrance of freshly peeled orange, as they trembled and fluttered on your stomach, the first time that I ever kissed you

Bright dancing sun in your dark tresses as you brushed out your freshly washed hair. I was watching the red-gold sparkle shimmering along the high-light spots... the sight of your breasts moving beneath the thin fabric of that green dress, comes to me any time I see breasts moving beneath such a thin film and the dappled light on one smooth thigh - and see your face again in my minds eye.

The lift of your eye brow. The lilt of your voice. The corner of your mouth - I tilt mine to the right, you to the left.
My beautiful mirror of my love for you.

I cannot recall our conversation entirely, I was watching the sun play on your thighs.
And I looked up in surprise at you as I realized that we had stopped talking for some time, and you had been watching me with some amusement, at what you had been doing to mesmerise me.

The Ocean, when it is the color green, always remind me of the breathless occasions that I had lifted that green lace dress off you, drawing it up over your head, pulling you against me.

Now that we've defrosted, let me enjoy an >>

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