Dancing with Gypsies

I love you to distraction, my words they tell you so, but not my actions. You are my goddess, my honeysuckle, the sweet breath of all my days, how to tell you I love you, so many, many ways. Intimate conversations, I dance with a gypsy while you dream, it’s but a little thing that I share with her, a little fluff, a little cream.

Be here, love me, question not the mystery. Deviations, deprivations, sharings you’ve no right to query, really girl, no need to be so leery. Now, tell me that you love me, smile and let me touch you in intimate ways, I shall steal all of your days. Don’t question, don’t cry, silly girl, I see only you in my mind’s eye.

I danced again this night but past, no, no need for you to ask. Collars, cream, fur like snow beneath flexing fingers, no rightful place for your pretty thoughts to linger. Oh dear girl, no need to get your thoughts in such a whirl! Innocent, every dance, every twirl, each intimate sharing but a moment’s distraction whilst you dream, a little fluff, a little cream.

You love me still? Do you? You will! Silly concerns with talk of our salacious fantasies, come now girl, take a little ease. Dancing with gypsies is what I do, nothing to concern you, just a little fluff, a little cream, a wanton distraction whilst you dream.