dancing butterflies
Gliding together smoothly and easing into love. It was like chocolate... hot with steam and we molded minds, hearts, bodies and all.
Like a scene you would watch in a movie but the feeling was more than real.
I once spoke to him about the butterflies I keep inside. The eggs that constantly hatch and the butterflies that long to be free. To escape and come back for another session of love and amazing.
A tongue and thought cannot describe the dance those butterflies danced inside of me.
The touch was warm. A sip of the clearest water.
Real.
When pants inch off and hips raise. Tingling then shouting out in song when his butterflies slide into mine. Pulsing with the same desire.
To be set free and sing songs of everything and anything.
Like a satisfied moan after hunger brings the best pickle. And the lyrics that read out your feelings like so.
Our butterflies danced.
Like the sound that harbors in your ears of slowly breaking off old bark our t-shirts came. Mascufemme came together in innocence. Smoothing of brown and cream colored skin in the flicking candle light.
Our butterflies danced.
Intermingled legs and a sigh from the heart and equal times words spat. "We love each other...." always
Nos amamos siempre.
Our butterflies flew free, and there is nothing like the cake of realization when they fly one by one out of each and every pour on both our resting, love struck bodies.
"LOVE" they sang. And closer we held.
There is nothing like the actual exchange of words between two supreme lover's hearts.... nothing I've ever felt before.
Saying 'I love you' has never felt this good. Nunca.
Our butterflies danced and I could hold that moment in a ribbon decorated box forever.
Lucky... I thought. To love this way so young.
Though the reader's eyes may think I am ridiculous. To his and mine... it's complete.
It was the realization of being the most in love you think you will ever be.
Thursday, Nov. 11, 2004
8:21 p.m.
8:21 p.m.