A Gypsy Tramp

There was a Gypsy Tramp at the party last night. I found her in the kitchen thrusting her breastful chest up against my man. Her purple, cracked lips were wide from side to side, nearly reaching each ear. She glared at me through narrow black slits and writhed when she realized that I had arrived to claim what was mine. She slithered backwards and out of the room.