Gypsy

Carried into song, these thoughts of you, no better than a bard could sing.
Hold to me these efforts entertained, the crowd’s pleased but you’ve looked away.
Crying favoritism and creative sonnets one after another, and I watch while you ignore so many swoon to my performance.

How do you like this quickened pace I inspire? Will you keep your head turned when the music rises to embrace you?
Other dancers surround you persistent for your interest, while I smile for how much I know.
Your eyes I see, concentrating still for you, how they linger at a dancer closest to my angle. When I see your uncertainty then I know I have you.
Then I’m still to acknowledge your gaze when a minute I look away, so as to impress you that I don’t know you stare your fill of me.
My body bends to obey, in exotic mood for all my curves accentuated…trained for you whom I ensue.

Our eyes lock and promises are exchanged. I can sense you’re insatiable and I’m quiet while you try and win me.
Subtle that you already have.