Collusion--
As palms caress the soft ashen warm flesh of the bodies of significant others.
Feeling as though they can touch infinity with a sense of security and warmth between one another
A feeling they've never felt before, but once in their life time for the first time ever it was then.
It was a feeling of love, confidence. acceptance, without any consequence.
The feeling of every butterfly
landing against my skin
was like a shell breaking free
The sheets will forever be stained with an essence of love and devotion between two beautiful buds, in a garden of candle light,
and one simple glide of a fingertip, the exhilarating chill that rushes through lovers bodies, those intimate touches allowed butterflies to land allover our bodies.
Those butterflies allowed us, both to turn into beautiful flowers.
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