Gypsy Lady


Mask of intrigue
graces her face;
hides her worries,
not her past.
Aged to perfection;
timeless allure.
Dance, lady, dance.

Hips undulate
to the rhythm
of her melancholy;
beguiling, tantalizing.
Gasping thunder
storm swells within.

Beads outline
lush curves.
Rivulets of sweat
drip into
screaming cleavage;
pierce the calm.

Body sways
to night air.
Silent music
drowns the night.
Lost in the reverie
of her own making.

Hands mesmerize
unclasping a moment.
Fingers move
in elegant drifts;
reach to heaven
seeking inner solace.

Motion conveys
subliminal messages;
gyrating temptress.
Music telegraphs
into open pores,
emitting lyrical scent.

Neck arches
with tendrils of strain.
Head bows
while tears escape.
Face tightens
as she chants.

Click your heels;
reap your destiny!
It’s not too late.
Seize the dawn;
your prime is now,
as you
dance, lady, dance.

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