Her Musical Butterflies of Love

Butterflies of quavers and trebles and clefs, Flutter all over her breast, Creating a gentle, melodious hum, Whenever she’s completely undressed, Filling the room with a shade of her soul, Becoming a beautiful dance, A dance that sways and floats and wafts, Seducing me in a love trance, As her finger nails shine, painted in black, Wash her lips in dark red, And the words to her music talk to my heart, Pulling me onto her bed, Where we continue to tango in a Latin of lust, Dancing every single desire, Throughout the dark night, in a passion of love, Our passionate love burning fire.