She danced with wild abandon,
Around a crackling fire,
Clicking castanets,
With colourful attire,
Ribbons in her hair,
Lips a ruby rose,
Flashing amorous eyes,
At the man, his icy stare.
He rode a big black horse,
The Lord of the Castle Keep,
A Mighty Warrior force,
No enemy could defeat,
And with this lucky, gypsy girl,
Her magic, she would steep,
To keep him from all harm,
So in safety he could sleep.
And in their feather bed,
Twould be ecstasies, twas said
The joining of their souls,
A unions awesome pledge.
The blissful exhortations,
Sighing expectations,
Writhing, sweating bodies,
In glistening fornications.
Tumbled sheets and bedding,
Disturbed and twisted webbing,
As their lustful ways died down,
The tides of passions ebbing,
Now, purring, loving words,
The gypsies heart is singing,
At her lovers warm embrace,
Their souls, together, clinging. ~Seaopal
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