Venus Still Shines Even After Fifty Years by John C. Mannone

The silent elevator lifts the silver-covered plates--fillet mignon and lobster--from the highrise kitchen to our private table on the loggia overlooking the hollow of the valley. Her eyes sparkle candle-flickers. Moonlight fills our wine goblets while cello notes float above burgandy mountains, carressing night, the soft sex under a bowl of stars.



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