gypsy roses

[rick]

a poem i've been working on about my ex (she's a spanish flameco dancer). i'd like to get a good melody and make it into a song at some point.

gypsy lovers leave broken hearted
i heard the rumors i saw the dance card
and her so lovely on his shoulder
i had to turn away to the dark
gypsy roses the scented air of perfume
can fool your senses
when the night has come and you're alone
gypsy roses the magic of a full moon
no defenses
all say adios mi corazon

guitars calling flamenco princess
the smokey lure of her soft embraces
i tried leaving her eyes denied it
i had to turn away to the dark
gypsy roses mythical illusion
nectarous dances
swirling tales of silk and you are one
gypsy roses mystic constitution
secret glances
all say adios mi corazon

and now you want her
just to touch her
just to hold her
and feel the soft and sensual desires
you hear her stories
and taste her glories
and want to move against the rythym
the burning fires

stolen moments a whispered pleasure
the sultry hint of a lovers treasure
i watched her dancing her eyes close to mine
i had to turn away to the dark
gyspy roses private invitations
secluded romance
the rythmic moves of lovers in a song
gyspy roses magical ambitions
nocturnal chances
all say adios mi corazon

[lizzytysh]

Rick ~

This is filled and overflowing with rich, exotic, magical, mystical imagery. Very sensual and sensuous. Perhaps, because the gypsy culture is so fascinating for me, I am immensely drawn to it. Reading it is like peering into a worlde through a deeply-hued ruby, surrounded by the flames of a night fire. I'm wondering what Ania feels about it. I'm sorry you found cause to have to write it.

I have some music ~ and a voice not yet acquired ~ that you must hear.

~ Lizzy