I have heard so often
Of being captured by a stranger's gaze
Of dancing in the moonlight
Of meeting your one true love,
Of living a fairy tale
But never will I beilieve it
I believe only in sensual pleasure
The closest I ever came to love?
...My gypsy
She was a dancer
Clashed in the reds of blood and scarlet
Beckoning the crowd to her
With the forceful sway of her hips.
The melody around her was formed,
Shaped,
Crafted by her vivid movements.
If I was trapped at all
It was by the heaving of her breasts
The golden glow of her skin,
Her beautiful, black, bouncing curls,
The waves of charcoal around her eyes.
That, if anything, had me trapped.
And just that night
She did become my dancer
And I became her partner.
The melody was one we made
Of our own pleasure filled moans.
The dance was that of sin.
I do remember looking into her eyes,
For one breif moment
And I felt nothing
That is the closest I have been to "love"
An emotion that does not exist.
So I say forget about the one,
Forget about your only.
Spend your lifetime dancing,
Dancing the dance of sin.
 Alatria · Sat Mar 01, 2008 @ 09:15pm · 0 Comments |
