the tiny little butterflies
are circling again
like me they're wondering
what little thing you'll do
to make me fall for you this time

your lasting impressions overwhelms me
one touch and the crowd disappears
one kiss and i can't stop tasting you for days
your fever spreads to me through tiny little deaths

yours are the sweetest
lips that have ever tasted my body
marking it with words that last
long after you're gone for the night

'dream of me,' you say
as if it only happens when i rest my eyes
how many mornings has it been
since i have woken up thinking of you
secretly wearing you on my body