Shlubellybub

Secrets concealed between two entities Tangent and real, or so I believe The smallest of glimpses, I'm weak at the knees ....you do that to me Nothing else matters when you are around I can't hear a thing but the delicate sound Of the butterflies captured inside my tummy ....you do that to me And even in dreams I'm followed by words That you wrote, just for me, that no one else heard It gives me contentment that if I were free You'd be tattooed on me.