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My Butterfly

This poem is dedicated to a little girl of 6 who is watching a beautiful butterfly soaring in the sky, spreading her delicate wings on an Indian Summer. The little girl wants to capture the beauty of the butterfly but the butterfly remains elusive, just beyond her reach. The poem is about the feelings that run in this little girls mind…

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I was sitting on the porch, gaping at the pristine blue sky.
Enjoying the colours breaking slowly, on an Indian summer.
My eyes fall on a butterfly in fluorescent elegance,
Hoping from flower to flower to collect nectar.
 
A delicate and beautiful butterfly, so full of life,
Quietly swirling in the breeze, hovering calmly.
I still myself and track her flight,
Trying to capture, the eloquence.
 
Breezy it is, as she flaps her wings.
I try lunge forward to capture her.
But she’s too quick and eludes me.
Just beyond the mesh of my imagination.
 
Towering in flight, scything through foliage,
Tricking me time and again, I chase to exhaustion.
The more I chase the further she flies,
More elusive she becomes, frustrating me.
 
I want her to know, I wouldn’t hurt her.
I just want to see her up close and personal.
Capture her everlasting beauty in my eyes,
To re-live the beauty with my eyes closed.
 
For from the start, I always knew deep inside,
That I would not be allowed to keep her.
I guess it’s hard to accept that, I will have,
To let her go and watch her fly away.
 
My Butterfly, for once settle on my hand and then…
You can test your wings and fly to the herd.
For you still decide when to say goodbye!!!

 

Photo: Courtesy flickr.com

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My Sweet Addiction

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I am addicted to you.
There’s no other way to explain why,
my heart races and my knees weaken,
whenever I am with you.
And why I feel as though something is missing,
whenever we’re apart.

I yearn to see you.
Your dark tresses wayward on your shoulder,
your eyes like dew drops on a flower.
Your confidence makes even nature lose its senses.
In my dreams these glimpse will remain.

I ache to touch you.
My fingers brushing over your body like soft wind,
teasing you and making you shiver in delight.
I want to feel you twitch beneath my hands,
as I explore your sexy exquisite form.

I crave your kiss.
Whether it’s a tender hello or a passionate lip lock,
I need you beside me, filling me in with the heat of love.
The elation of  watching your body shudder in release,
for this is sweet addiction to you.

A sweet addiction is the only explanation…

All I Want

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I don’t ask for much
but what I want is something money can’t buy.

All I want is to wake up with you in my arms
to start a new day where the first thing I glance upon is you.

All I want is to gaze into your big beautiful brown eyes
to see your soul reach out to me in ways we’ve never experienced before.

All I want is to feel your silky flowing tress
to tickle my senses soaring the love within.

All I want is to feel your lips upon mine
to feel your tongue glide against mine fighting for domination I willingly give you.

All I want is to feel your heart against mine
to feel it beat out the same rhythm as my own.

All I want is to prove how much I love you
to show you our love goes beyond all reason.

All I want is to hold your hand
to let you guide me by my own hand, as well.

All I want is to worship you day and night
to treat you like the queen you are.

All I want is to dream with you
to dream of a life without pain.

All I want is to see your smile
to see you joyful and happy.

All I want is to make a life with you
to make a life where anything is possible.

All I want is to love you forever
to make my fairy tale come true.

I don’t ask for much
but what I want is something only you can give.

Artist : Brent Heighton

Painting Courtesy : Romantic Art Gallery. Paris-Rome-London