Butterfly Time

Monarch butterfly on purple flowers


When I close my eyes

And fantasize

Before I go to sleep

It is not a man’s lips I touch with mine

That make me fall through butterfly time

They are softer lips

Fuller hips

And eyes profound and deep

She winks long lashes and curls a smile

Intoxicatingly close she stays for awhile

In her embrace

Our fingers lace

We hold each other to keep


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