Butterfly
I will miss you, my love,
like a butterfly craves nectar,
migrating south.
Your wings, spread and close,
fanning the fire,
that burns in the night.
Your powdered wings
sprinkle magical dust
that enrapts me in sin.
And those eyes,
so dark and mysterious,
reign in my clouded thoughts
like explosions of firewoks,
as I bow to thee.
I starve for your touch
that will soon be gone;
the way you taste me
with your sweet-fingered hands,
tingling at every tip.
Your tiny legs cling to me,
to my open petals
that bloom only for you..
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