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

[BlackRose]

Almost went there... leaving us wondering as we read if it was going to happen. Enchantingly beautiful piece. Another superb read.

[MomzillaNC]

This one is sexy -- almost, but not quite, lurid. :D

[Tasfia Islam]

Wowwwwww!!!....its wonderful