Pleasant Tornado

My stomach is a torrent of butterflies. They toss and turn. Create a tornado in my gut. I'm surprised they haven't tore me up. A butterfly manages to escape followed by another. One travels to my heart causing it to beat faster. The other soars through me, causing tingles everywhere. I move to speak but a third is lodged in my throat. Words cannot escape. As I look into his eyes, I realize I am not alone. He, too, relishes the feeling, Soaks up every ounce of the small insects' coaxing. I smile as we both understand, We've caught a case of the butterflies.