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
Longings, wishes
And an urge for acceptance"
The interior of her small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air
I couldn't 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 woman's hazel green eyes
Couldn't 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
Perfect wisdom (greed, lust)
And degradation
When I look into the crystal ball
When I look into the crystal ball"
