Sunlight kisses the walls today,
the fan's dust must be warm.
You wake and whimper slowly,
must be a terrible nightmare.
holding me tightly, you kiss me
on the forehead, asking,
'where are the butterflies today?'
I kiss you back, holding your waist.
You proceed to my neck, removing the
tank top and bra.
Dust must be getting more warm.
You remove my shorts and let your lips
taste magic, slowly and steadily, you keep swallowing while asking me to caress the nipples.
You turn to a magician, sucking faster, going deep, not waiting at all, till you swallow the magic and pour some over your breasts.
I am exhilarated to highest extent. After cleaning up, we kiss and you whisper,
'You always eat the butterflies in the night'