He’s the Italian Stallion who crushed my heart once,
But OH what I wouldn’t give for another ride.
He was a young foreign exchange student,
And we agreed it was just a fling.
Even though I knew in my heart it was more.
Today he’s a full-grown man, impeccably dressed.
Stacked muscles, piercing eyes, and too-good-for-you attitude.
Just my type of red flag.
The history between us runs deep.
I can still remember his taste,
Remember the feel of him inside me.
Hearing my old pet name ghost his lips,
Cara Mia,
And I lose all my inhibitions.
