Butterfly Kiss…
By
Amir Timur

The wet butterfly shaped lips, came upon me softly,
And I was transfixed, because her lips floated…
The gentle wings landed upon my own,
And I was elated to be welcome with such passion…

Each word she spoke, it was like the wings of a butterfly,
Fluttering, hovering no matter my eyes followed,
She had me mesmerized, in ways that I can not lie…

Oh how I long just to have her lips, butterfly lips,
That spoke soft words, in ways to give me inspiration…
Loving the flow of her in ways, with adulation...
The colors of her love, showed in her, much...stimulation.

When she licked her lips, the edges became moist/gleaming.
And when she asked for me, her lips became even more…
Seductive, in many different ways, full of love and meaning.

But when the time comes, that her butterfly lips, press into mine?
The pleasure that runs through me, is full and enthralling,
Each kiss places my soul in forms of fulfillment, I am glowing…
As she pulls away, I am eager for another kiss, being intertwined.

Did I not say, that she has my heart, my mind and my soul in bliss,
The warm silky loving emitting from a lover, enjoyable pleasures…
That she floats away, to come back to me, in the form of a butterfly kiss.