The Gypsy Queen Dances

Her feminine figure sways, writhes
In rhythm with the night
Hips move as bare feet glide
Torso twisting in erotic gesture
Hips shake and gyrate
Coins jangle to her beat

Hair as red as fire
Whips like flames around her face
Skin as pale as the moon
And eyes as black as the night
She dances her seductions
And holds her mysteries within

His masculine arms move quickly
Strong hands pounding
The skin stretched across his drum
His beat starts slowly, seductive
And builds as anticipation grows
Like thunder across the skies

Sweat beads upon his brow
Eyes glass over with desire
His rhythm like nothing heard before
Sounds of the earth itself
Intense, tribal, sensual
He is lost within the dance

They play their seduction together
Noticing no one but themselves
Trance like, they reach across their worlds
Nothing moving between them
Like two giant trees
Shadowed against the sky