Where is a piazza for me, belezza?

First I will feather you

for starters

with the way of

Sicilian.

As love does

inevitable follows

this time as they do in

Neapoli

not Greek

I know you hate it

I will taste your

cheesy

broccoli

but not

Chicago style

that is not for you

We will end

as always

with

habanero

tropical.

And I will be dead tired. And still horny. Why did you have to fall in love with pizza?