Fete is a Fate:

   I Am Rom

   Shy Eric

I am Rom,

My life it doth fly,

Through hither and yonder,

We ride you and I.

Through the earth’s golden valleys,

To the mountains above,

We hang, heads in sorrow,

No-“where” to call home.

Twas ever a “one day,”

A moment of bliss,

Saw first my “Dark Eyes,”

In the heavens domed skies.

Stars all a glitter,

The augury told,

Fate it embraced me,

My heart it grew bold.

Her fire it consumed me,

Lasting rebirths in our soul,

Her wishes ensnared me,

The earth near took its hold.

Dark Eyes, she was thrilling,

Breasts filled with life’s milk.

Her body was satin,

Topoi soft or like silk.

My fingers were blessed there,

My nostrils, all my toes,

They’d leap in such silence,

Yet they’d throb in life’s snows!

Wave after wave of  sweet cream,

So heavenly salty,

Caressing my light house,

So joyed to be bawdy.

She sucked me  in deeply,

My feet flew into mid-air!

As my nose sought out treasure,

Under clitoris and hair.

Then out again quick-ly,

To draw me back in,

My breaths they were many,

From her forces within.

Dancing the Gypsy,

On life’s open flower,

My life rose within me,

My maleness, now power!

Oh the moments were precious,

Ah my senses so filled,

Giving in to her daring,

How I learned to care!

But Dark Eyes grew vicious,

That I learned to fear,

The sweetest, soft places,

My heart burned by her glare!

Once more I am Rom,

My life it doth fly,

Through hither and yonder,

We ride you and I.