Gypsy

She stood there…tall, radiant ,extraordinary; A woman without effort. I thought I left my heart in San Francisco, turns out I left it across the bridge…Oakland, that is. There was something about her..her glow-almost as if she was beautiful before she was born. I met her once and I couldn’t wait to see her again. She is like a fine wine, aged. When you taste her, you enjoy her. Every sip is a memory you will not soon forget. She was my 1982, splendid she was. I think I shall have another glass. She fucked my mind first, that’s for sure. Her eyes hypnotizing, and soul waiting to be discovered. She is a Mona Lisa, a walking piece of art. There are many ways to interpret her. Behind her-you envy her; beside her-enamoured by her..and facing her- you stand captivated by her. One look and I couldn’t put my pen down. She wanted me to “see” her. I don’t know how I knew this, but I did. There was something unusual going on. We had this need to “touch” eachother. Elbow, arm, foot , leg, whatever. We needed to feel eachother; And even when we were angry we still wanted to be in eachother’s presence. Mmmn…that girl! She used to make love to me in French and English, you should try it sometime. She could have been rattling off a grocery list for all I know. I just know it made my toes curl. She told me once that I would have many loves in my life and I remember feeling sad then..because somewhere in my heart I wanted her to be the one..even though we both knew we weren’t going to be together. Our mission in life wasn’t to be together in that sense. Our souls still walk hand in hand though. She has the heart of a gypsy, you see. She wandered around and set up camp..in my life. Don’t get too attatched though, because you may awake to find her gone. But like a gypsy she will always return where she had much luck. She has left me again, with a note though.. “till we meet again with love, gypsy”. There was a moment…that moment- when we knew..that second-we knew. We weren’t meeting woman to woman, but rather soul to soul. Our love wasn’t male or female..masculine or feminine..it was what it was..love. Every kiss, every breath, every touch, every glance..I have them all, till we meet again with love.
Bliss is…wondering what it’s like to love you, only moments after meeting you.

Gypsy

slimpmp20

Mobile, United States

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She is a Mona Lisa, a walking piece of art. There are many ways to interpret her. Behind her, you envy her; beside her-enamoured by her..and facing her- You stand captivated by her. One look and I couldn’t put my pen down.

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