The Maiden and the Gypsy

He sucked from her the dewy distillation of her soul.
In undertones of light he whispered futures past and present.
He crafted yellow sunflowers on the canvas of her heart;
Then sipped nectar from above her dimpled stem.

He touched the silken filaments that rose upon her skin.
In counterstroke he brushed her arching spine.
And when her bruised synapses chanted ancient hymen's hymn;
He cruelly ripped away her temple's veil.