I Can Read Your Mind

I think she came from a Gypsy Clan

Where Dracula spilt his blood,

All that way in a caravan

To live in a field of mud,

But she danced like a whirling dervish,

At the campfire by the sea,

While I looked on like a love-lost one

Each time that she looked at me.

 

She wore a bright red rose in the hair

That was long, and thick, and black,

And dangling golden earrings,

With a shawl across her back,

But I stood transfixed as she twirled and kicked,

I felt like a man who begs,

Her skirt flared out as she danced about

And all I could see was legs.

 

All I could see was legs, I said,

The legs of a country girl,

The fine and moulded calves and thighs

That had danced half round the world.

She smiled with a hint of mystery

As she flashed her cute behind,

And said, ‘I know all your history,

For I can read your mind!’

 

She danced away in a sort of play

Now she’d got me on the hop,

I didn’t know where to put my eyes

On her breasts, or eyes, or what!

She certainly was a buxom girl

But her legs had made me blind,

She kicked up high and she showed a thigh,

That said, ‘I can read your mind!’

 

I hadn’t much of a mind just then

It was all consumed with lust,

Why can a thigh make a grown man cry?

I thought it was so unjust.

A man could dance til the cows came home

But it wouldn’t raise an eye,

While the other kind could make men blind

At the glance of a naked thigh.

 

I shook my head and I turned away

I couldn’t take more of this,

If that, her wheeze, was merely a tease,

She’d cornered the world of bliss.

But she stopped her prance and her wild dance

As I walked off into the trees,

She followed me from the clearing there,

Kicking up autumn leaves.

 

I turned, as she was behind me then

And pressed her against a tree,

I said, ‘Just tell me your Gypsy name,’

She said it was Chavali.

‘Well, Chavali you’re a teaser,

Are you really one of a kind?’

She raised her eyes to the northern skies

And said, ‘I can read your mind!’

 

We wandered into the furthest woods

And we found a bed of leaves,

I couldn’t tell you what happened there,

Though Chavali skinned her knees.

But now, today, it’s a world away

And I’m not a man who begs,

For every time, she can read my mind

And flashes her Gypsy legs.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Valkyrie Warrior]

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[A Soap Mess Stories]

very well written and full of passion....

[Valentine]

Whew, getting passionate in your older age. A very sexy and romantic tale. keep them coming Mate. Your friend Kathie

[Barbz]

OMigawsh , you give good Love and all else that you do.....reminds me of the Rom who said last night.."I'd eat dirt to be with you.......

[Marie]

Oh good--a love story with a happy ending.
All women can read mens' minds to some extent, and perhaps gypsies more than most. This lass knew very well what she was doing when she showed her legs.

[R Smith]

I get that wild passion, always been a fool for shapely legs myself, love this story of the gypsy girl, great writing David :)

[Avinash]

A wild gypsy beauty can charm you to helplessness. They understand the power of nature better than we do and they know things we don't. I could see the whole story unfold in front of my eyes.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well, well, well darling erotica becomes you x

[Indestructible Books]

A bit erotic. A bit sexy. I like it!

[Luximir]

Very nice! I liked the flawless word choice and rhymes :)