Soft Petals Of A Gypsy

Deeper and Deeper    
My vivid emotions are scaling steeper and steeper    
Falling into the enrapture of my sweeten abyss    
I can’t swim, holding on for a floating reminisce      
No breaths of rescue, but empty perceptions amiss      
A thrilling rollercoaster ride to surrender under my seductive womanly creed      
Giving you my wants, my desires, all of my needs      
Endangered narratives, so allow my emotions for once to softly bleed      
  
No Band-Aid needed, just permit it to seep and flow      
Merging the essence of my heart and soul as it goes      
Let my eyes see things undone      
No need to straighten things out, this is my salvation, I have fought and won      
I have lifted myself out of the elements of solitude      
My mind screams out for peace among gratitude      
It feels so good for the mind to have no plans      
Just me, myself, and I where I presently stand      
  
Gypsy girl without my banjo      
Dancing in the wilderness, the winds shaping my heart, enlightening me from head to toe      
In the midst of the sweetest emotional freeze      
No time to get back down on my knees      
I am loving to just write as I plead      
The rambling over spilling, unchained, and running free      
My ability to shelve my salacious creed as I please      
For the first time, I will allow someone else to take the wheel      
Lead my heart into the dark world of forbidden passions to fulfill      
I refuse to find my way      
My thoughts within self is quiet and peaceful as a child is learning to play      
  
Blue skies on the horizon, making tender love to my mind      
For once, separating myself from my presence, my time      
No designs, yet, grateful for God’s echoing chimes      
I can run, I can walk, I can soar      
No restraints holding me down, refusing to bust down a hurried door      
Feels so good as naked as I am      
Flying high without the constrains of man      
Eyes wide open      
The winds carrying my thoughts have spoken      
Reality advising me this is not a dream      
My mind is suspended in a state of total serene      
Soft petals of a gypsy  
  
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