The tipsy gipsy

With a bliss kiss.
I felt breams and creams.
As the thief of my romantic dreams.
Awakened streams of desires.
I've known has passion.
As friendship in promotion.
But not as uncivilized emotions.
That unfolded in its aftermath.
I craved for more.
As the urge sired appetites.
That fired craziness in me.
Hybridizing my cosmos.
Hypnotizing me insomniac.
At her sight am tipsy.
Praying she saves this gypsy.
Since to her, am enslaved.