[Poggio]

Feeling his lovers body crash into his made him silently moan. Under the Tuscan sun the man nearly glowed and it wasn't until their bodies moved feverishly and Ambrosia melted into him and he on the front of the mans slacks. It was then they were caught by a small yipping dog. He laughed at the mutt. He ran his hands through the rouge locks and found the freckled ear. “I think you need some new pants, and we should find a hotel.”