الثلاثاء، نوفمبر 18، 2008

My butterflies



Do you still get butterflies when he touches you?
- 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.
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

هناك تعليقان (2):

Evaluna يقول...

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!

م/ الحسيني لزومي يقول...

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