Dead Butterflies
Our passion encompasses us
floating, dancing, spinning, twirling
to resist would be like trying to hold
the ocean with a spoon
As I pull you into me
my curves fit you like a lost piece
You capture me with
your candy kisses
bringing my dead butterflies to life
with a simple touch
Let me lay with you, dream with you
Leave our troubles behind for one night
we can suffer tomorrow
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