Butterflies
Into the night it rushed on wings .. of drifting passion ... Like sent caught on mid summers night breeze ... so softly it winged ... but with purpose.. direction and intent ... touching that which could not be touched .. touching that which would never be touched again ... burning desire gave direction ... distance no mater ... for it was the journey ... the dance as music played ... not the ending ... that mattered ... and like wings beating as one .. the dance was .. and as it made way through sweet nights and sunny days ... and storms .. it swelled and became more .. the joy grew and shined on those that passed .. touching to be remembered... Embraced in softness and screaming whispers .. it smiled ... Lusty and full of life .. it touched and pulled.. teased ... laughing and cried ... and was fulfilled ... more each day ... no emotion did it let pass by ... intensely drinking of the joy ... and passing the cup ... catching the song ... and singing it ... reaching notes not before heard .. sending tingles .. through time .. dancing on light ... so high as to embrace the stars .. FyreToad copyright 1998...
I will have these linked to the bigger ones soon and have more
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