Like A Butterfly
A Sexual Fantasy
When I'm with her, we are butterflies
I watch her, begging her to come play with me in my mind
I'll start as a caterpillar, beginning to hear the insect sounds that leave your lips
Your sentences almost never make sense and turns me on, so I crawl upwards
I wanna feel your skin melt on my skin and never leave this candy land
Where I'm a candy boy and you're my candy girl and we teach each other how to fly
Gravity keeps me afloat, but my mind is underwater, unaware of the depths of my attraction
I can barely remember her name
Pulling my puppet strings and my withered wings that start to turn to color as bright as hers
I wonder what happened to my skeleton frame and my broken parts
I wonder if our insides look the same too