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.
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Author:
DuKord (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2017 15:24
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Well written and rhymed, DuKord!
'A heady spin, that draws me in' drew me into your poem! Hope you find your butterfly!
Thank you very much FredPeyer.
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