Butterfly Wings
By steve_jones
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Butterfly Wings
The wings of a butterfly,
Shimmering in the sun,
Travel the universe,
Unhindered by thought,
A kaleidoscope of colour,
A prism of light,
A rainbow of dreams.
In slow motion,
It floats through,
A fantasy world,
Of orgasmic delight.
Touching the senses,
It colours visions,
Of beauty.
Briefly touching the skin,
Like caressing fingers,
Teasing and taunting,
A lover.
Its breath like,
A gentle kiss,
Fleeting and gone,
Yet it lingers,
Sweet and seductive.
The wings of a butterfly,
So small and fragile,
It has the power,
To move a Universe,
With its motion.
Ripples spread through time,
Creating eddies,
So small, yet,
Altering all.
10.43pm 4.10.96
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