Butterflies
With a flick of her humour and a heartfelt warmth,
She pulls him right back to square one,
Before all the women came under his hands.
Before, on beds, careless coats were flung
Before heartbreak kissed another goodbye,
And weary beliefs on love took hold.
Before time wounded heels that deserved nothing less
And jaded love was bought and sold
There is her....giddy delights and sweet disposition.
Heart of wisdom and loyal friend.
Dirty letters sent with orgasmic intention.
Heart of truth, no need to pretend.
Why has this girl been found so unopened?
She offers love pure, with no compromise
Why are her gifts left hidden..unnourished
And, at his age.....why does he have..... Butterflies?
It's just love.
© 2013
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