Cleopatra

night, you sometimes look to me like a bejeweled thief, a Cleopatra with mystic darkness draped, intricate ornaments of diamond, sapphire, emeralds adorned across your ebony hair, wide kajal laced eyes like skies dipped in charcoal paint, as you ride wild dreams in your lair, with starlight worn around ankles of feet bare, your heart racing in your throat in pulsating thoughts, like speeding desires caught at the throttle of a ruby red fiat abarth-- "Andiamo, andiamo," you smoldering call out, your decadence dripping into yearning mouths...