The bonfire crackled in the frosty air
As I watched her sway without a care
The way her hips moved in time
Made me want to make her mine
The music spoke of a gypsy woman
Casting her spell as was her plan
As there was just her and the starry night
With no one but her in the shadowy fire light.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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