Casanova Turns Me On

Casanova Turns Me On

He speaks in whispers, silk and sin,

A touch that lingers, pulls me in.

Eyes like embers, dark, untamed,

A promise made but never named.

Lips that spin a wicked spell,

Stories only secrets tell.

A hand that writes, a heart that roams,

Yet leaves me breathless, lost alone.

A ghost of passion, a lover’s crime,

Lost between the hands of time.

But oh, the fire, the sweet embrace.

Casanova’s kiss still haunts my face.

This sexy man no one can tame,

Women go weak at the mention of his name.

So sexy, wild, and like the wind so free,

Casanova does it for me.