Looking for my butterfly,
That splash of colour to warm my eye,
And let me know my race is not yet run.
A smile to set my world at ease,
My heart should flutter in her breeze,
The taste of summer love upon her tongue.
Lips I can revive in,
Arms I can survive in,
A scented skin,
That pulls me in,
The fire.
Eyes that I can dive in,
Moisture I can writhe in,
A heady spin,
That draws me in,
Desire.
Looking for my butterfly,
That splash of colour to warm my eye.