Connected

He gives me butterflies,
That are neither
Controlled or contrived.
And…
I’m high.
This energy is complex,
Like ear lobe kisses,
Ooooh stop…
No stay.
But melting together
Should feel this way.

(C) 2012 brownsugatou

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