| Poetry: Lust: So Beautiful (1/1) |
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Butterfly, butterfly lights, I see Calmly waiting, watching me Tempting me to lie down and gaze Upon blonde locks To which I raise My fingers to feel the silken strands Which slip like light rays through my hands And close my eyes when first I feel The soft tongue’s meander o’er my lips My eyes fly open to find hers shut Then I am lost as her softness dips Deeper into me, gentle but firm Expertly darting, in and throughout I can feel it building; I’m losing control But her wings then enfold me and block all thought out Flowing and moaning into her I crash And vaguely I sense her satisfied smile Shuttering still in the haze of pleasure A thought emerges and begins to thrash How to hold a butterfly? To make it tremble, build, and flush With warmth? I fear my fingers tend Toward a much more brazen touch If I try and fail, I fear I’ll lose… What then? What then? |
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