December 8, 2010
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A Love Letter To Mediterranean Women
Dear Mediterranean Women,
With quiet whispers of an ocean breeze swirling into the transparent veil of your window, I watch on as it floats about your hushing fingertips. Upon the balcony in your porcelain disguise, mysteries are revealed when you uncover the masquerade of your heart. Your alluring gaze is where my spirit remains.
And it seems like moments ago when I was a little boy. I fell for your enchanted fairytale without understanding, but yours is the language of passion, and the eternal realm of love was inspired by your legendary affections. You’re my nostalgic romance, and these memories belong to you.
It saddens me, how you look towards the coastline with delicate hands curled underneath your chin. I wonder what you’re thinking in the dreamland of your mind, if it’s the cruel accusations behind your mythical hairy nature. Darling, didn’t you know that thick eyebrows can only coexist with impeccable skin, and I long to comb your armpit hair? I hope to nestle inside your secret villa, cuddling with your fuzzy softness.
I close my eyes and surrender to the warmth of golden sunrays, seeping through the leaves of this miniature vineyard. In them is my release from the haunting of yesterday as you walk in my direction (ciao!). Time is at a standstill while the outline of your graceful silhouette glows in radiance, and droplets of virgin oils trickle down your neckline. They accentuate an olive complexion that melts into your creamy whiteness.
As you caress my face in your dreamy enfold, I’m set free by your calming touch. Your strands of angel silk fall upon my shoulders when your loving arms wrap around me, enveloped in your sensual embrace. Sliding your hands into mine with interlocking fingers, a silent dance begins amid a picturesque masterpiece of orange marmalade skies, vanishing in the distant horizon. It is then that the hypnotic pitter-patters find us with a gentle plunge of the sweetest smile into our tearful kiss. I’ll surrender to the exploding flavours of pink roses in your elegantly crafted mouth, even if I could die of electrocution.
Dear Mediterranean Women, you might think the only reason I wish to linger beside you is for the excuse to be macho and fool around with mistresses. You might think it’s a conspiracy to merge your mafia with the triads and take over the entire world. You might even think it’s your mama’s hearty feasts.
Amore mio, though I’m afraid you’ll physically assault me, you’re my full meal of SpaghettiO’s and not just antipasto. It’s the way you’re annoyingly cute in anger, talking too fast while succumbing to your adorable accent. It’s the way you don’t even know you’re gorgeous in your modestly stylish steps, and how your endearing laughter makes everything bellissimo. Yet the art of love is to let your existence be my reason of desire, seeing nothing more than you alone.
Under the moon and stars that illuminate the twirling surface of pristine waters, we’ll send away our vows in the melodic rush of the Mediterranean as they continue to return to stay. You’re the romance of a lifetime and the goddess of my heart.
Avoiding the violence of getting hit by inanimate objects in celebration of our new empire, tower bells fade into the shadows as we enter through the gondola passageway. The glimmering reflections are a symbol of our continuing destination as we sail into forevermore. I’ll always let go of dreams to dream into you, for this is the way of discovery.
Grazie for loving me, and I hope to make you prego…
Yours,
Ricardo Ridicolo RomanticoRelated:
A Love Letter To White Women
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A Love Letter To Native American Women
A Love Letter To Hispanic WomenA Love Letter To Polynesian Women
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Comments (15)
When are you doing a love letter to redneck women? lol
mediterranean =/= italian
but it's nice.
I love this and all your love letters.
Spread the love around. Love all women!
"Amore mio, though I’m afraid you’ll physically assault me, you’re my full meal of SpaghettiO’s and not just antipasto."
That'sa what I'm talkin' about!
Nicely done, and hilarious as usual. Thank you, Ricardo, from the bottom of my Mediterranean heart. My non-hairy Mediterranean heart, that is!
You are amazing.
Brilliant. *standing ovation*
@maniac_rose - Rednecks? I'll just reverse write my love letter to White women, haha.
@SimplyCe - So now you understand that you were always my childhood love, lol.
You were a huge part of my inspiration. But please grow more armpit hair!
@Losertastic - My thoughts exactly, haha.
Someone needs a geography lesson.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mediterranean_Sea#Bordering_countries
Italy definitely isn't the only country there.
@Curious_Kat - Not only, but it is.
haha, i loved this, but like others said, it would have been better titled "a love letter to italian women". b/c arent greeks, turkish and arabs mediterranean too?
Romance before X'mas!
@DearRicky - I'll work on that pit hair, thanks. lol The dego in me is honored to have been part of your inspiration.
Hey, how 'bout sending the biracial chicks some love?
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