May 11, 2009

• Butterflies

   
  

  
  

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  The butterflies in flight of love...
  As two would dance the stars above,
  What started as a stolen peck...
  She'd wrapped around his swollen neck,

  
  

  
  Her skirt had fallen to her feet...
  The mushroom craved her nectar, sweet,
  She wished this night would never end...
  As she embraced and pulled him in,

  
  

  
  Her petals dripped in sweet delight...
  He'd make her dreams complete tonight,
  He brushed against her scented furs...
  His head was spun in splendid blurs,

  
  

  
  Now he could think of nothing but...
  What was happening? What was what?
  Had this become a thing of dreams?
  And is this really what it seems?

  
  

  
  But somewhere all the fear was lost,
  They'd take the chance at any cost...
  Forget the (when’s,) the (where’s,) and (whys),
  For all they felt were Butterflies.

  
  

  
  

  

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