That balcony should be higher.
She hides her face in the blue fan--
Her suitor spies on her blanc balcon,
Neck nearly broken from gaping up,
And he nearly dies.
(But lo! a cock will soon rise).
It's the same old story.
He sees her, but she not him.
He claws at the castle walls,
Curtainless of strong ivies.
He dares to whisper her nom!
Dares it! "Bellabella! Bellabella!"
She hears, she smiles.
"Florodon!" she whispers back. "Come!"
A perfect bare breast (O!), a loud rendering of fabric,
And (O!) he vaults, alights next to her on the blanc balcon.
The breast hidden, it shrinks,
And so he commences his suitor shtick--
Professions of Love and a ballad with accompanying
Chaste shadow puppets in the moonlight--
But she laughs and stays him.
"Let us go on a journey," she says.
"A journey?" he asks. "Where?"
She giggles behind the fan.
"I know not where, but I do know how.
First, we must slough our garments.
Bide here a while."
She glides into her boudoir
And in time returns carrying two shifts
A knife and a lightly glowing glass phial labelled
'Carminatif'. "Disrobe, Florodon!" she commands.
"I inside, you out here.
Don this shift, one my father's,
And use this knife to succor your blessed member!"
She exits, he obeys--
His snake now has a window,
But the night feels colder. She returns.
"The night feels colder, Bellabella," he says,
"With me in this shift, but--oh!"
She flows to him like a watery ghost.
"That matters not," she declares.
"We shall blaze hot like comets
And burn bright like the stars!"
"But--not really though, right?"
She giggles again; it sounds like a gentle
Tinkling of glass. "Oh, I have nearly forgotten
My traveling mask. I shall need both of my hands,
After all. Tarry one moment longer,
My Florodon" She retreats within,
And flows out with a scarlet red fan
Tied to her face, revealing only her pert nose,
Sparkling blue eyes and shining white teeth.
Florodon, nearly overcome, bows reverently;
Bellabella curtseys, grips his hand,
While with the other, sips from the vial.
"Hold me, Florodon, and prepare!"
He grasps her tightly around the waist, and she his.
"Now here--squat down with me!--yes! good!--aand--UP!"
Suddenly a thundery gust of air
From Bellabella's billowing shift
Propulses them off and away from the blanc balcon.
Valleys! Rivers! Mountains! Castles! Vineyards!
Sleeping villages! Brightly illumed cities!--
All bathed in lustrous silvery moonlight.
The Languedoc region never looked so lovely
At night, they both agree.--but as they soon soar
Over Italy, Bellabella's backside sputters.
"Florodon," she says. "I fear we may rapidly descend
Unless you--but stay! we are high over Pompeii,
And I of a sudden have a cogitation."
She lets slips a drop of the 'Carminatif'
Far down into the volcano's dark silent maw.
Bang! Whoosh! Up shoots a gaseous jet,
Thrusting them up higher into the ether.
They speed on a course parallel to the Apennines,
Their direction south to the nation's boot heel.
"But Bellabella! We have o'ershot Golden Rome!"
Florodon shouts. "How?-and might not we have tarried?"
Bellabella laughs. "The magic of the carminatif!
But let Rome sleep, my dear. There are other paths to trod.
Delightful treasures a-waiting in the soil
And the waters. Here! we bide for a moment
In the Ruins of the Sybarites! But our landing
Must be soft--so!" With her free hand she pulls
Away part of the shift concealing her bosoms,
Upon which seeing them Florodon's magic member
Swiftly pierces through the hole in his shift and
Digs into the turf just a few feet beneath them,
Vaulting them safely but roughly into some greenery.
Bellabella laughs joyously, "You have saved us! Thank you!--
And-- so have you," thanking his member with a genteel pat
On it's head--only to retract it when she feel metal there.
"Oh!" she exclaims in surprise. Florodon chuckles
And says, "Nothing to fear, milady. It is only a brass
Cockthimble I use to protect it when I alight."
"Ah! That is very wise, Florodon! As for myself,
I must rest my anus before we continue.
Let us remain here in the Ruins of the Sybarites."
They look around at the jagged stalagmitical ruins
Standing shimmering and lonesome in the moonlight.
"Tell me, Florodon, do you feel the night's cold?"
"Not when I am with you, Bellabella," he answered slyly.
"But wither shall we away from here?"
"East!" she declares "East to Hellas
And elsewhere! The night is a mere babe,
And adventures await! So..will you join me, dear Florodon?"
To be continued...
DB/6-9.2025
