Flowing skirts that brush my ankles.
Dancing while the golden rings jingle.
Gypsy summer.
Gypsy night.

Smell the smoke while it licks at your skin,
Drink me in.
Passion ensues in this little caravan.
I crave your scarred hands,
Exploring my waist.
The fragments of my neck,
Chase the wine with sweet shots of my lips.



Opening my wounds to you,
Let the blood trickle down until it baths us in it's dying life.
Stuck together, emblazoned with this new sacrifice.
Tonight,
Is our night.
And on, we shall fight.