الثلاثاء، نوفمبر ١٨، ٢٠٠٨

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 تعليق واحد:

غير معرف 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!