gypsy

 
delicate kisses besot my soul
I am in your thrall
craving your essence inside my sacredness
devouring my faith
becoming my lord
seeking the honesty of my blush
tasting my delicate need

so shy to your touch
I can't even pretend with you
I am stirred within my melancholy
no one touches me in my forlorn halls
where on bated breath I press daisies of hope
in my diary of chastity

where I save the best of me for you
all my days of longing and tear filled regrets
touching your pain then withdrawing from the feeling

you know my darkness
with most men it comes forward fangs bared
you open my tomes and look around the sanctuary where I abide
here cherry blossoms and geisha dreams surprise you

a concubine of trust bound to you
a sweet offering for you
are the women I've formed of your dreams and mine
they speak no language

diverse according to your different needs
I introduce you wondering which you will choose
an enigma of seduction to put you at ease
a veiled lady to represent the gypsy in me
wild as the wind
kissing your brow and wiping your sweat
overcome in the moment

she falls back and my Dominatrix comes forth
sensing your deep seeded need
this is tricky business I know you enjoy this type of woman
challenging without crossing lines of understanding

I merge my fantasies and the demoness pushes through
she smells your desire, inflictitng damage to your psyche
she tantalizes your intellect bringing a rise out of you
mother of chaos she needs you to understand us

gifting you you choice of woman or sweet man
it is in us to devour you
but I prefer to linger in a man's mind
buiding desire and feeding hunger
I think this way we sate each other
I am grooming your lusts to feed my own