In the presence of a young and mysterious, attractive fortune-teller I had my future laid out before me in detailed
descriptions.
The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm on this night.
Her emerald eyes shone directly through me when
she said:
"When I put down the tarot cards, I look at your desires, wishes and an urge for acceptance."
The interior of her
small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air.
I couldnt help staring into those penetrating eyes.
She took my hand
in her own and spoke into the air:
"When I read into the palm of your hand, I see a spark of desire, submission, chaos and
intolerance."
I vanished in the gypsy womans hazel green eyes couldnt resist to let her have my inner self.
The eroticism of it
all is still a mystery to me.
She had a sad look upon her beautiful face as she whispered to me:
"When I gaze into the crystal
ball, I see your secret desires, greed, perfect wisdom, lust and degradation
When I look into the crystal ball."
