http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gypsie The original writings of author Gypsie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042361 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/1346196/ Wherewe will sit in the garden overlooking  the vineyards, asthe earthyaroma of fertile soil punctuated as the ripeningsweetness of sun warmed grapes rises up to surround us. Noticing that the fields are be-speckledwith Dionysian workers, bodies glimmering in the Itali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/1336437/ To hold you for an hour, is my poisonindeed.To kiss your lips, a venom that Iclearly need.Whispers soft and wonderful, licking atmy ear.Your hands against my body, a burden Imust bear.Twenty four hours, just to show you myheart.Twenty four hours, I know we must part.To .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/1002658/ Most vile lover, most loving manMy heart breaks and leaps with joy.Flesh bending to your will,Breath stolen with your kiss,Dark creature taunting me,My desire guiding me,Shadowed beauty drawing me ever closer,Haunting whispers floating in my ear,Time fleeting too quickly to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/999042/ In the darkness of my night a glowingember shown.Not knowing where to run or turn, fearsresides within.With trepidation, I do step into thevast unknown.Feeling lost within myself, dark anddreary night.Flailing, grasping, holding tight towhat I've always known.Whispers echo .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/810816/ I don't have much to share with you,I've been broken and abused.Not wanting love or desire,You seemed to be amused.Breaking down protective wallssurrounding my injured soul.You showed me joy I've never known,quietly making me whole.When ghost from my past haunted me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/810813/  Oh, how I could kill you,Let me ponder the ways.Life for you means nothingI could just shorten your days. It would be easyTo just stop your heart.It could be sleazyI could play a good part. For your breath to departIt wouldn’t take much.To kill you sof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/763361/  Destruction is your desireDevastation is your goalAnnihilation is your motiveNothing left but tortured soul. You said that you loved meBut time told the truthYou never knew what love wasYou were truly uncouth. But I am here to tell youThat I won’t fall i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/763360/ Dark desire rises from somewhere deep withinPulling me, drawing me down a path I both want and despise.  Breathing in the warmth of your breath as it lightly dances against my skinMy mind abandons all hope of reprieve. Looking into the depths of your eyes like endless chocolate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/745284/ Just a little ditty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/710088/ In reality I know, I know that to suffer great joy one has to suffer great pain.              To be lost in a moment, to truly allow that unrestrained joy of the pleasure that can only come from sharing completely all that is you, will mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/707882/ Muse, muse, muse; where is my muse?   Hidden from me in dark foggy shadows? Beautiful muse, darling muse, generous muse, mine own muse, for the want of thee my being hungers. Stealth is your kin bringing forth unshadowed only at your whim, leaving me wanting at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/705300/ Thousands of miles we have traveled,Thoughts in our heads to unravel. Glorious mountains we have adored,Winding paths we have traveled to shore. Long nights we would amble to sleep in a car,Not caring if we have gone near or far. Three hundred miles just to be there,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/704838/ You who are with methrough thick and thin, my friend my love my truest companion.Colourful and excitingour lives have been, leaving us with many stories to be told.  We knew when we were born that our starswould collide in an explosion to set the heavens afire.It is not fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/704752/ I am a gypsie childedancing round the fire.  Living andloving with all that I am.  Music is thebeat of my heart bringing pleasure to my soul. Freedom is my goal, finding the spirit of life wherever I may roam.  Something deep insidespurs me forward, never ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/704748/ Admittedly I do not know where this piece should be classified. Sometimes I just write for sanity and this sort of thing is what you will find there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/704265/ Preciousdaemon torturing my soul, leaving me without life’s breath.Snakewhose forked tongue hisses words of loving kindness.Scorpionsting, whose poisonous venom courses through my veins.  Thedark veil of night closes once again on your parting.Hearken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gypsie/704173/