Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Tuesday.

         Tuesday.



Sounds of butterflies
Grew and became deafening.
The fluttering wings
Brought home a paradise
Of desire, spontaneous fire,
Some enchanted feeling of higher.

Come into swiftness,
Beneath restraint to undress,
The love you would impress.
Holding a heart so fragile,
Yet seeing your body agile,
I luxuriated in your eyes awhile...



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