Ladies Dressed Like Gypsies

Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That feel the moon,
With romance,
In their fibers,
That desire to dance,
With love,

Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That make the nightingales,
And flowers sigh,
In the warmth,
Of gardens and moons,

Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That are so sweet,
And tender,
And ofcourse exotic,
That cherish the hymns,
The sensuousness,
Of a long lazy evening,
Where their hems,
Can sway, unwind, and relax
Reynaldo Casison
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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