Oh, my beautiful butterfly
To merely gaze at you holds no fulfillment
I'd much rather ride you through the night
Pink wings beating through black air
Stirring the thick sky
And causing each blade of grass to stand at its peak
I'll glide on your back
Topping every mountain exalting love
And bowing in the valleys where lust lurks in tree limbs
I will follow you into those dark corners
Where there is no room for modesty
Until the sun peaks over the East
I will live between your wings |
Submission Name: Moments
