a flutter a flutter,
between my hips,
gentle gentle,
like five thousang sailing ships.

oars dragging through,
leaving marks against me,
flutter flutter,
I love you says he.

butterflies butterflies,
they continue to grow,
they're tapping my heart,
my chest is aglow.

twisting and flying,
tunneling in my vein,
you're the blood pumping through,
butter bug, you've left a stain.

A strawberry red one,
on my collar bone,
gentle as you land there,
flutter flutter,
oh my, you have grown.

If you were a mountain,
I'd clamber to your rocky peak,
giddy in the air up there,
No piece of your heath
I'd wish to tweak.

If you were a preacher
I'd listen intent,
Each noun so prounounced,
Hands pressed together,
on the floor, bent.

If you are the sunshine,
I'll dismiss all the shade,
In search, as if to find,
I'd stare into you,
Willing to go blind.

If you were a house,
I would live in you,
lavish each little nook,
Turn all the lights to full,
Illuminated, like a child's story book.

don't suppose for a moment,
That you're not the seven seas,
paddle through you in my row boat,
Touching, glide with ease.

the rain is controlled,
with a whip,
it's being cast up,
spun,
twirled then hit.

it's thrown against glass,
dew drops in my hair,
the soft touch on my skin,
I stroke them off, upmost care.

joins with the sea,
a seamless stream,
silver and frothing,
home to the bream.

plenty of fish,
and I've got my catch,
needed no bate,
my heart on a latch.

I'll love you forever,
in this whirl,
we're the drops that chase,
on car windows we swirl.

you're keeping warm,
passed this hurricane,
August, October, September, November,
catching my rain.

she sprints through the grass,
where the blades won't harass,

the gentle wheat crops against her skin
running fast, they tickle her shin.

galloping, chasing, like a gazelle,
rays of sun caress, enchanting dark skin with spell.

curvaceous body with no care,
lovely lady, as free as her hair.

she grabs at the violets, press to her face,
indestructible woman, found her place.

jiggling, wobbling, dancing with joy,
this here woman, life is her toy.

she moulds it and holds it as she changes to sprint,
the sadness in here bares no hint.

curly hair, heritage rich,
this bird here, unpicked every stitch.

she stops, she stops, at the edge,
scrambles scrambles stopping before ledge.

jiggling juggling, in the ****,
she dances around, no want to intrude.

escapee, escapee, that's what she's become,
and oh now, she feels like the only one.

boundless beauty, encased with dark lattice scars,
her body contains a bounty of stars.

no shape can hold her,
no one can tame, encase,
no hands can hold her,
more valuable than lace.

I crave you more,
than the sunshine marmalade,
want you more than,
the childhood games,
of which I've played,
lust for you more,
than tide between toes,
need you more,
than the maple tree can grow,
wishing for you,
with no end,
every lucky penny,
I will spend,
watch from my window,
the clouds float along,
I want, lust need you,
for both of us, we belong.

you lavish like silk,
velvet to my cheek,
your body an oyster,
holding my pearl.

creased sheets,
clingy skin,
sticking like a love note,
magnet,
knotted string.

cool cool breeze,
blowing our candles,
hold on tight,
grip to my handles.

tangle you with lace,
our poses in memory foam,
our hands clamped together,
how could I feel alone?