Gold chains adorned her delicate neck,
A silk yellow scarf tied her hair.
Long crystal earrings, sparkled and shone,
Her sheer blouse left nothing to spare.


Full breasts unleashed, jiggle under soft light,
Streaming into this magical room.
I shivered, as I captured her dark gypsy eyes,
Through the beams of a bright gypsy moon.


She caressed her glass ball, with long tender strokes,
As she looked deep inside my soul.
Her voice mesmerized me, her eyes hypnotized me,
As the bright gypsy moon took control.

I felt compelled to kiss her full mouth,
As she told me the truth of my life.
My mind told me I was in danger,
But my heart felt the warm gypsy night.

Her sensuous spell, cast upon me to dwell,
T'ween the loins, of this full bodied beauty,
So lost in my lust, savage passion at dusk,
Gypsy moon glow, doing its duty.


It's been many years, since that bright gypsy moon,
Still the mystical passion survives.
I cannot deny, the strange magic that fires,
In the memory, of those dark gypsy eyes.


Copyright©2000 Bonnie Torrente