You're very naive and innocent, and don't understand a lot of things yet.

Forget everything that surrounds you. Think that there’s just you and me in this wide world.

You can't push me away, mio cuore. You can't!

Scusi mia bella*, but it runs in the blood of all Italians to be skillful lovers. So you have to get used to this.

Stop smiling as if I’ve been acquainted with you for ages!

I cannot believe that you're still a girl. Your kisses don’t seem that innocent. They are driving me crazy.

I’m giving pleasure to you. Don’t interfere.

If you were three times poor, I would still have paid attention to you and fell head over heels in love with you.

I think the word ‘pleasure’ is unknown to you. More precisely, its practical meaning.