Butterflies Of You Poem by love anover

BUTTERFLIES OF YOU


Have I ever told you?

Yes, you.

That the warmth of your palm closed to my palm -

It gives me butterflies.


Have I ever told you?

Yes, you.

That the warmth of your breath spread on my neck –

It gives me butterflies.


Have I ever told you?

Yes, you.

That the warmth of your fingers on my skin –

It gives me butterflies.


Have I ever told you?

Yes, you.

That the warmth of you lips locked on my lips –

It gives me butterflies.


Have I ever told you?

Yes, you.

That the warmth of your feet on my feet –

It gives me butterflies.


Have I ever told you?

Yes, you.

That the warmth of your skin rubbed on my skin –

It gives me butterflies.


Have I ever told you?

Yes, you.

That the warmth of your eyes gazing in my eyes –

It gives me butterflies.


Have I ever told you?

Yes, you.

That the warmth of you – the whole of you –

It gives me butterflies.


NOW YOU KNOW.

YOU SHOULD KNOW.

THAT’S WHY I AM TELLING YOU.

IT’S YOU THAT GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES ALL THROUGH.


May 13,2008
THE LOFT
1PM