Gypsy

by NytherHerenorTher The hooded poet   Feb 23, 2007


Her eyes, her eyes, slowly drawing all who see,
Her eyes, her eyes, exuding pure lust and
pure ecstasy,
moving to the beat of your soul

Swaying, swaying, she's so very intoxicating,
she's irresistible
Come,come, all ye who lust for her body,
and drink, drink, drink, from your cup of shame

It's a dream, her lips so captivating,
she lures you in, as you begin to yield your heart,
moving to the beat of your soul

Dancing, dancing, every step she makes
is your master,
mystically, her purple veil is calling you in..........

As you play, into the hands of the gypsy

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