A love poem to Italian fashion model Elisa Bella who I love

You say this to me:
- Sixty days...
- Nothing to do...
- Fashion only for colour blue...
- Summer eyes...
- No lies...
- Cook...
- Book...
- Stunning look...
- Fish and hook...
- Meat and crook...
- There's in me storm...
- Need to reborn...
- Beauty is in the eye...
- This is no lie...
- I'm tall and thin...
- Hairpin...
- Into the green...
- There's a story spleen...
- Token...
- Spoken...
- Not broken...
- There's my legs...
- They beg...

- Without fresh air...
- No atmosphere...
- Our spiral cage...
- Dwelling in the middle stone age...
- No spiral cage...
- October...
- Not being sober...
- Sun...
- Burn...
- By my side thorn...
- Not gone...
- Almost done...
- You love my eye stare...
- Tell me that I'm more than a simple teddy bear...
- Need a tea...
- Near the sea...
- I'll pray with thee...
- Give me oranges please...
- I love Portuguese cheese...



- Yummy flavour...
- Seeking party labour...
- Love...
- Dove...
- Easter cake gone...
- Revolution didn't come...
- Ciao Bella...
- Cinderella...
- You know how I am...
- Pure glam...
- Pink lingerie...
- There's a boulangerie...
- What to do?
- Love my pics from you...
- Come on...
- We're going to have fun...
- Need a snake to cum...
- Apple tree...
- Joy with thee...
- There's our mind...
- Forever...
- Being kind...
- Italy's spread...
- Counting sheep while being in bed...
- S...
- T...
- U...
- V...
- X...
- I'll wear the dress...
- We'll both play chess...
- No mess...
- We'll impress...
- Ace of spade...
- You're my lovely shade...
- Eros and Psyche?
- Ice...
- Slice...
- Let's play cat and mice...
- Love you...
- What can I say?
- Let the devil pay...
- We need more than a glorious day in May...

A short poem to Russian model Victoria

- Mask...
- Task...
- Cheese...
- Please...
- Portuguese...
- You miss...
- One...
- Fun...
- Sun...
- Flower...
- Hour...
- Dark...
- Park... 
 You were saying this to me....
- God...
- Dog...
- Frog...
- Storm..
- Burn...
- Bridge...
- Fridge...
 I've replied to you...
- Satan isn't kind, Man...
- He has a fork instead of a pen...
- Enter my soul...
- Enter my mind...
- Never grow old...
- Be kind...
 You told me this...
 There were boxes everywhere being elsewhere...
 There was your black dress...
There was no game chess...
- What the heck?
- Will you carry me on your back?
- What's new?
- Being true?
- Ozymandias, Man.
- A story glory...
- You and me...
- Mother Russia...
- Saint Petersburg...
- Dostoiévski...
- Not Salzburg...
- Gogol...
- Moscow...
- Not a single blow...
- Gorki...
- Mother...
- Father...
- Wood...
- I'm in the mood...
- Masquerade...
- Crusade...
- Whatever...
- Whenever...
- There's snow...
- There's a show...
- Godspeed...
- There is a wolfpack...
- There is Godsmack...
- There is where I end and you begin inside a dream...
 You were telling me this...
 I was staring at your black hair...
 Listening to a song...
 There was a TV series inside our mind...
- Come on Man...
- Just be kind...
 You told me this with a smile for a while... 

Victoria