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