The Butterfly Maiden

Was young knew love
Had a lover

And beauty and love; both were hers

What fanned the flame of passion?
A soothing hand  simple touching
Fingers slowly stroking here
And there_ warm caresses

Soft butterfly kisses on a pulsing
Vein _ a glass of wine

Her lover's lips.

Oh, my love, how I loved 

the feel of that hot 

wet mouth

The way I felt with you
buried deep inside
And we were one!
And we flew together
like eagles rising 

to the sun

Oh, my love; I loved
everything...

I loved the way you  made me
writhe and moan, whimper
and sigh; you left me
breathless, sated...
but wanting 

more!

Rachel Wolff-(copyright)
Butterfly Maiden- 2010