You cause a
Hundred butterflies to stir in
Her stomach;
Their delicate wings
Almost as gentle as
The fingertips that brush
Feathered eyelashes and
Heart-shaped lips;
The colour of the waxy rose
Petals, scattered upon
Satin sheets;
And she drifts away, dreaming,
The name,
A mere
Whisper on
Scarlet lips.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 5:30 AM UTC
You cause a
Hundred butterflies to stir in
Her stomach;
Their delicate wings
Almost as gentle as
The fingertips that brush
Feathered eyelashes and
Heart-shaped lips;
The colour of the waxy rose
Petals, scattered upon
Satin sheets;
And she drifts away, dreaming,
The name,
A mere
Whisper on
Scarlet lips.
