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Butterfly Power Flit~~~Flit. You land on my hand. I feel the little pinches of your butterfly toes. My softest finger touch strokes your pale yellow wings. You preen and flex. Antennae gyrate. You are proud of your grace and beauty. I feel you through my finger to my soul. Precious, cherished feeling, and then you flit. My eyes and heart follow you across the driveway to the high mesquite branch near the wind chimes. I beg for your return and ache for your touch, the strength and sensuality of your body channeled through your toes. I see you effortlessly hanging upside down, defying gravity. Come back and touch me. Grasp my hand again. Teach me to defy gravity. We have come so close. Flit in. Flit out. No judgment. No demand. Butterfly power. With you, my precious beauty, is as close as I come to freedom. |
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