My butterflies
Do you still get butterflies when he touches you?
- Yes
- Yes
But now it is different, my Butterflies are wiser, they ceased to flutter nervously .
Now they move their wings smoothly, gently flying between bits of me .
Leaving behind a trail of colorful spots, tenderly creating a warm wave that spreads through me , and replaces my blood with colors.
Now they move their wings smoothly, gently flying between bits of me .
Leaving behind a trail of colorful spots, tenderly creating a warm wave that spreads through me , and replaces my blood with colors.
Eventually, they would land on that tiny dot, that center of mine where thousands of tiny rivers meet. Then, through my guarding lips , rivers of melting butter flood
التسميات: balala, longing, انا, خيالات
posted by Ma3t at
2:07 ص
2 comment(s):
WOW!
I'm impressed ma3toota... I love it, it's u and I love it and I have nothing meaningful to say but I was still compelled to say anything!
AND the imagery is beautiful, and of course the rasma is beautiful...
MUAH!
By
Evaluna, at
18/11/08 08:30
من اجل مصر
شارك في الحملة الشعبية للقيد بالجداول الانتخابية وادعو غيرك
ضع بنر الحملة علي مدونتك
البنر موجود علي مدونتي
اذا كنت ترغب في وضعه علي مدونتك ارسل ميلك كي ارسل لك كود البنر
ارجو المعذرة للدخول بلا مقدمات لأني ادخل علي مئات المدونات يوميا
By
م/ الحسيني لزومي, at
20/11/08 18:54
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