Gathered one behind one they came in a herd throughout the village wagon wheels heard, the clanging of pots the clinging of tin staring I was in bewilderment when I noticed him.
They searched the fields for borrowed land they settled down gathered in camp, daily I watched infatuated by them no" I tell a lie, I was with him.
Just like the others he laughed and danced in the night thoughts of him chased me followed him I did, to keep him in sight. Unnoticed I watched like a lurker in the bush, unable to control my burning lust.
He bathed in the lake watching again unseen by him fantasies crossing my mind as my eyes bore into his skin.
With a blink from my eye he was gone from the lake my heart skipped a beat when I heard the twig break, there he stood naked with eyes as black as coal he see's and upon me frees my gypsy soul.
The wagon wheels tins and pots we heard come in daylight, yet not a sound to be heard when they left in the dead of the night. Regret? or feel shame? how could I not at tall instead I'm forever grateful to the gypsy who answered my call.
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
Today I was reminded of an old love song which then reminded me of an old poem I once wrote here years ago, my oh my the similarities, and here was me thinking I had written it coming from nowhere. Funny how things impact our lives without us really knowing it.... Mills & boom have a lot to answer for too I'm sure.
With a wink from her eye and a lick on her lips she throws him a smile and blows him a kiss. Daring him on she lifts up her skirt if you want me my sweetie ya gotta catch me first.
Heart beating wildly he's determined to win this wild crazed creature will belong to him. Jumping to his feet it's time that I catch her or I am not who I am the almighty hunter.
Becoming breathless she leaps over rocks laughing running scared in fear of been caught. Adding to the excitement she leaves a trail as she goes one by one she rips off her clothes.
He follows her laughter he picks up her garments with a whiff from them he now has her scent. Taking to his feet he rips off his shirt I'll catch this so called witch who seems to have me cursed.
Stillness and silence to be heard not a sound he pounces and leaps capturing her to the ground. she struggles to escape resisting and fretting she wants oh" she wants but she cannot let him.
Parting her lips she welcomes him with a smile he smirks to himself victory's mine. Like trapped in a corner she lashes a claw startled he stumbles she's escaped once more.
Wounded and shattered in loosing his prey he goes home defeated tomorrow's a new day. she returns to where she came from decides the chase has been long enough no playing around tomorrow tis time now for falling in love.
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
It's all about determination and surrendering and timing of course.
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