Romani Spirit
The moonlit corridor paved the way
to our camp outside the town
colorful wagons creak no more
silken tents reflect the fire
senses accosted by sizzling meat
as morsels are passed
from mouth to mouth
slowly musicians serve our ears
as a hand caresses my thigh
a Sinti beauty rises in time
barefoot with flowing skirts
raven hair, black as night
and radiant copper skin
tempo increases to lightening speed
as she floats with the roar of the fire
adrenalin surge to a sudden stop
she collapses upon the ground
the hand found its way
to a fleshly treasure
and the heaven ‘neath me skirt
bliss decanted in gypsy life
ask not how thy
blessings befall
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I love this line
s and best wishes... ~Genie!
my mom use to tell us she was gonna sell us to the passing gypsies. Then as she got older she'd say when they came she was leaving with them instead lol. This was lovely and painted a picture in my head in the beginning of the first americans and their struggles and travels for some reason. 
mwahhhhhhh
